Prada U Lyrics

(Getzh with the wave)

Had to do this so I get my money up

Niggas sicker than barf 'cause I'm coming up

Turn the lights on this flow, how I switch it up

If I was fat, I'll still have the tommy tucked

If a nigga keep talkin', I'm runnin' up

Don't sip no lean, but I double my sipi cup

Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar, yeah

Trackstar, nascar, race off, yeah

Take off, race off, take off, yeah

Grill the beef up teriyaki, uh, young nigga never stop wildin', uh

Get busy in a lazy outfit, uh, bouncin' back addy's like I drive lyft, ayy

Sticks at a target no hockey, uh

Just like every song on this tape, I do not miss, ayy (I do not miss)

We gon' blast to the moon in my rocket (Ya dig?)

And my bitch, she a barbie in hot pink (Ya dig?)

Bravo when she give top, bitch, I'm Johnny (Uh-huh)

I can tell by her moods that she toxic

My dick put her to sleep, yeah, she cocked it

No relations, I just want the profit

You can tell 'cause my stash is so sloppy (You can)

Smack whoever don't fuck with my posse (I will)

Stick in the back of the trunk, what do I need my hands for? (Need my hands for)

These hoes keep on blowing my phone, what do I need a bitch for (Need a bitch for)

And these niggas be internet thugs, they act like they went to war (Went to war)

Beef, no you don't want start shit

I see people losing as soon as I'm winning

I heard that the money is root to the evil, I see why they look at me like I'm a villain (A Villain)

Patron on my cup with a blunt in my hand, we gon' light the tree up like it's Christmas (Like it's Christmas)

Yeah, come and sit on my lap I'm her wishlist (Her wishlist)

You can be on my tape, this my hit list (My hit list)

Only here just to fuck, that's the mission (That's the mission)

Now she lurking my phone, that's my business

Swear these niggas be bitch niggas

And these rat hoes, they be snitch bitches

Bring out the medic, these niggas be sick niggas

Don't fuck with nobody, no, I cannot kick it with you

Damn, who the fuck these lil' niggas be talking to?

I'll make sure niggas fear when I walk through

If it slippery, can't let niggas slide through

Took some L's in my life but I don't lose, in the mirror with designer I'm Prada you (I am)

Lani 'member them niggas gon' doubt you, and your glow is gon' shine through

'Cause I get busy in a lazy outfit, uh

Bouncin' back addy's like I drive lyft, ayy

Sticks at a target no hockey, uh

Just like every song on this tape I do not miss, ayy (I do not miss)

We gon' blast to the moon in my rocket

And my bitch, she a barbie in hot pink

Bravo when she give top, bitch, I'm Johnny

I can tell by her moods that she toxic

Dickie pants with the pocket chains, I swear this is how I be thuggin' (This is how I be Thuggin')

Stash in the safe, yeah, I get to the racks, I swear I will always be thumbing (I will always Be thumbing)

Stick in the back of the trunk, what do I need my hands for? (Need my hands for)

These hoes keep on blowin' my phone and now they all get ignored (They get ignored)

What do I need a bitch for?