PRADA

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh I just smoked a wood it got my vision blurry Bro,nem they on P, you know I'm flee, bitch, I ain't never worried Run up on the Glo , gon' send you home, boy, this a big-ass 30 Smoked your ass to death, stay with lil Stef, no Curry on his jersey Take another step, I might get shiesty, finna make a mess, man These hoes don't excite me, they just like me, say I get her wet Told her friend she fucked me, she a thunkie, I ain't hit it yet, and I Keep me a Lil' Uzi, I go stupid, got on a new Patek I step in that bitch like, who is that, And I ain't take your bitch, just know it's that & I don't take no breaks, just break her back, and I Heard your homie nem getting stretched, I just watch your bitch take triple threat Finna' up that stick, they double back, niggas losers, where is y'all winning at Hoes so gassed up off internet, and man, I can't wait for another check I got on Prada, think I give a f*ck about how you feel Young nigga came from the bottom, naw, really though , I ain't got no chill Shorty drunk the whole bottle, whole time really just tryna hide her tears Chiraq Grand Theft Auto Swervin' potholes, we in the T with a thot hoe G-lock, go where I go, shit get hot though, best be ducking, yo, taco Really just comin' off top though, she was my top hoe I had start gettin' my guap though, told her to go be a model I walk with a wobble, he had got hit with a combo 556 through the care door , you can't stop those, hit his ass up like Pac though Ayy, I just smoked a wood it got my vision blurry Bro, nem they on P, you know I'm flee, bitch, I ain't never worried Run up on the Glo, gon' send you home, boy, this a big-ass thirty Smoke your ass to death, stay with lil Stef, no Curry on his jersey Always look from left to right, you out of mind , I'm outta sight It kinda smell like death tonight, know I be with some steppers, right We locked it in and keep it tight, I'm tryna live my bestest life And all that time I sacrificed, gon' get me rich one lucky night I'm sorry I'm not trustin' shit, I'm just not on no sucker shit I gave a hoe the run around, since she don't got me Bussin' quick and I can feel it comin' now, but money just ain't runnin' quick Know Darri smooth, he talkin' swift, I think she got a curb to kick Ayy, ayy, I just smoked a wood it got my vision blurry Bro,nem they on P, you know I'm flee, bitch, I ain't never worried Run up on the Glo, gon' send you home, boy, this a big-ass thirty Smoked yo ass to death, stay with lil Stef, no Curry on his jersey