SAD LYFESTYLE Lyrics

Nah this ain't Prada this sad baby

How you say you proud and send sad faces

I'm going up yeah I'm going places I'm getting money now my crib gated

Four bands for the pint I'm paying Run up on me my niggas spraying

I'm turned up feel like super saiyan Ran up on blood what was you saying

Fuck the internet nigga I'm not playing Fuck the pussy lil mama you not staying

Never fold I'ma die for my mans I'ma shoot till there's blood on my hands

New Goyard chrome hard to pants Why your baby dad still rocking vans

And your new nigga don't stand a chance I got big pockets fit like 40 bands

I can't jug but I like that lil Florida dance Do me wrong I'ma turn to a Florida man

And my ex still broke but I know she mad hope the bitch parachute with a grocery bag

Broke bitch tryna make it on only fans I don't need strap nigga it's only my hands

But the chopper gon' rock like it's in a band And my niggas gon' spin like a ceiling fan

Fell off once twice yeah but I'm still a man Lost sight but I gotta stick to the plan

I'm one of one nigga I'm the real dirty Dan New exotic bully cost like 30 bands

Came Amiri jeans stars all on the pants The Glock 27 make em do the running man

I ain't breezy but a young nigga running man I can never snitch nah I ain't Gunna man

I'm a real demon sinning in palm angel Bad bitch fat ass hit them angles

If she cute but ice on her ankles Yeah you mine but we don't need a label

Matter of fact what you bring to the table I got problems baby yeah I'm unstable

I'ma love you as long as I'm able Fuck them niggas I ain't worried bout no haters

Tryna eat your lil baby like a now and later Need you next to me just like a nosy neighbor

Sorry I'm busy I been getting paper Baby girl tryna ball like I'm a raider

And your ex nigga broke ain't tip the waiter All this gold on me look like I'm a Laker

If the pussy hitting good lil nigga pay her Big 49 bro how I keep it player

Nah this ain't prada this sad baby how you say you proud and send sad faces

I'm going up yeah I'm going places I'm getting money now my crib gated

Four bands for the pint I'm paying run up on me my niggas spraying

I'm turned up feel like super saiyan Ran up on blood what was you saying

Fuck the internet nigga I'm not playing Fuck the pussy lil mama you not staying

Never fold I'ma die for my mans I'ma shoot till there's blood on my hands

New girl y'all chrome heart the bands why your baby daddy still rocking vans

And your new nigga don't stand a chance I got big pockets fit like 40 bands