Prada Me

(アルバム： War Zone - 2021)

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(Getta Beats)
A whole lotta whoop shit
The biggest whoop

Woke up wearing all designer, this shit mismatched
Run off on the plug, he keep calling for his shit back
It's gon' be a cold day in hell before he get that
Got fifty thousand on me, fuck around and buy a Hellcat
And if a nigga say I took something from him, then he owed me
My fans on my ass, just tell 'em they didn't want the old me
We caught him in the hood and we put thirty in his oldie
My young nigga'll pull that bitch from deep, he shoot like Kobe
I'm in foreign with a quarter tank and I'm sipping drank
Got two thousand hundreds in the bag, I just left the bank
What I'm smoking on, I don't know, it come from House of Dank
They got brodie locked behind the walls, he just bought a shank
Any nigga disrespect the mob got a price to pay
We pull up, niggas better duck, 'cause we take lives away
Catch an opp, we gon' celebrate like it's a holiday
Pull a skit, get a nigga hit, I know they tired of me
Skeeze my baby, pulled me to the side and said he proud of me
Fuck a stylist, I just walk in Neimans, tell 'em, "Prada me"
I been winning, I been spending like I hit the lottery
I can't bring my niggas 'round 'cause it's gon' be a robbery

[Nuk:]
I'm used to popping big seals, I had to quit my drank
Say I'm trapping in some big hills, boy, you can't find my place
We be in this shit for real, boy, and we don't fake
Swear these niggas just like Meek Mills, hope we don't pull no Drake
My niggas know I'm in this shit for real, but proud of how I rap
My bitches know I'm in this shit for real, they proud of how I trap
Only jail time, we don't get no tickets from police
Belaire, but I box him like an '84 Caprice
You be sack-chasing in the club, bitch, I call that finishing
Before you coppers try to put me down, I go down like I'm Blizzard
I'm a full trap nigga, told 'em that's my archetype
You won't see me tuck my jewelry, who said I can't walk at night?
Bitch, I'm tryna get my groove, you know my nigga Skub
I'm like John Wayne, get in disguise before I hit my move
Me and brodie, we like Shmurda and Rowdy, DOAs in all the homis
Bro like Clark Kent, get in disguise before he catch that body
Bitch, I make the bag Shakespeare, but I don't know no Hamlet
Told the boys we ain't gon' celebrate when we blow out they candles
Hit him high, he feeling like a king, Marvin Bagley
Told my boys we ain't gon' celebrate, we just gon' bag him