Prada Me

Bitch I’m franchise, the basketball who they gotta see
I can’t take my old bitch back until she say she Prada me
I ain’t never moving from my city, I’m too deep in the streets
Nigga you a crash dummy, I don’t care when you slide
Ain’t no mask needed, we want credit this time
I can’t even lie, fucked me up you still alive
I’ll pay like 20k just to find out where y’all hide
Don’t let us catch you with your pants down, all Amiri on my pants now
I know you ain’t mean to crash but you was drivin' with your head down
Nigga it’s a switch on all our choppers and they hunnid rounds
Imma keep that shit a hunnid nigga even when we walkin' down
I just left Revive, my white girl at Lululemon
That nigga got a foul mouth, I promise we gon' shoot him in it
Everybody was just rich, did y’all save it or y’all spent it
I promise it’s gon' hit my phone when that store get a new shipment
Steak and lamb for my appetite. I’m rich, I ain’t actin nice
I promise when I hear the news about you Imma drink
I keep rollin rollin rollin like I’m when he had the bike
I hate a nigga be callin' her phone when she spend the night
This wood a 3.5 you can’t smoke with me
Niggas really fans they just want a pic with me
This chop go fa-fa-fa to me that’s A-B-C
I throw up a F and then throw up a C