Prada

Lyrics

[Intro] Sayin' Think about you (Ayy) No I can't think about you (Ayy) No I can't think about you (Ayy) [Chorus] I ain't trippin' on nada Main bitch wear prada Do tricks like ta-da Bitch this the high life You don't want no problem I don't want no drama Fly to a island The summer's coming [Post-Chorus] I've been waitin' on a bad bitch I'm leaving you sad bitch Left the bank, straight cash bitch 'N told a hoe, "Get nasty" Pullin' off in a 4MATIC Got a whole clip long, let' em have it Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic Big backwood, I ain't even ash it [Verse 1] Damn it, it got on my clothes I got full pockets full of them rolls And I'm off the perc, how did you know? And I'm not there babe, but I'm close And I swear that he lamer than most Hop in the phantom, and then I go ghost I seen a opp, and you know that he froze She say she love me, I know that she don't Baby-girl why did you play with your nose? (Yeah) [Bridge] These niggas lame, they gettin' exposed (Swear that they lame, swear that they lame) He say he have it, I know that he don't (Know that he don't, know that he don't) I tried to put that lil' bitch up on my time Too many hoes, swear they call like a hotline I smoke this green nigga, sound like I'm Popeye [Verse 2] I was so down, I admit it ('Mit it) Stackin' the pain on my pity (On my pity) If she in my DM, she pretty (Ayy) Niggas talkin' like it's high school (Gucci) Red dot on his head, I don't like you Got them killers with me, I won't fight you [Chorus] I ain't trippin' on nada Main bitch wear prada Do tricks like ta-da Bitch this the high life You don't want no problem I don't want no drama Fly to a island The summer's coming [Post-Chorus] I've been waitin' on a bad bitch I'm leaving you sad bitch Left the bank, straight cash bitch 'N told a hoe, "Get nasty" Pullin' off in a 4MATIC Got a whole clip long, let' em have it Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic Big backwood, I ain't even ash it [Chorus] I ain't trippin' on nada Main bitch wear prada Do tricks like ta-da Bitch this the high life You don't want no problem I don't want no drama Fly to a island The summer's coming [Post-Chorus] I've been waitin' on a bad bitch I'm leaving you sad bitch Left the bank, straight cash bitch 'N told a hoe, "Get nasty" Pullin' off in a 4MATIC Got a whole clip long, let' em have it Paramedics on the scene, it's tragic Big backwood, I ain't even ash it (I ain't even ash it) [Outro] Aye I ain't even ash it I ain't even ash it We left him tragic Hello? Hello? [?] Uh-uh I did not call him for nothing, so y'all better answer me This the teen spirit hotline?