losin' touch

Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up) In the section me and Ayo nobody lit as us Gave this girl the world she said I aint do enough Blocked her number now she mad we losin touch Hope these perkys don't send me to Heaven Imma product of God and his blessings When i pray i got so many questions Demons around when the Angels gon step in Put it on the top is unique Designed by my brother My feet are McQueens Dimepiece need to move with a queen Want a fantasy sell her a dream It aint my problem you got problems you so problematic Birkin on your shoulder now you living lavish Foot up on the gas I'm bout to Ja Morant it You said I'm overrated you don't understand it You wanna f*ck that man go do it I'll get another aint shit that I'm losing Take all that drama and all your excuses Feel like the draft and I'm scouting with Cupid Bitches come and go Baby i just came I'm bout to go I don't love a lot But I love your ass poppin out that velvet robe Your friends know out business nothing left to show I need something new nothing let to know Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up) You got standards how the hell you let that man f*ck He's tryna be seen around with such and such Had to cut her off she always do to much Do to much you always do to much Ayy Losin' touch that's why we losin' touch Ayy Do to much you always do to much Ayy Losin' touch that's why we losin' touch Prada make her pop it that's what's up (That's what's up) In the section me and Ayo nobody lit as us (Nobody lit as us) Gave this girl the world she said I aint do enough (I aint do enough) Blocked her number now she mad we losin touch