Lyrics
Uh, Prada all on my pants
I got a mag in the bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah- yeah, Oxy go straight to the face, no I won't split it in half (What?)
Yeah, I'm good at counting the bready in school I was trash at the math (Yeah, what?)
I- I need to stretch out tha' drank', pour a four man, the shit won't last (Yeah)
Yeah, she my personal slut (What?)
Perky hit me like a truck
I bought out- I bought out the store, what the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look- look like blood in my cup (What?)
Since a kid I ain't give no fucks
Hop out the house, then hop in the truck (Yeah)
I told the bitch, what's up? (It's up)
I told tha ho' wassup? (What's up)
Yeah, yeah, walk on Balencis, they know my name (Yeah, what?)
She come on the crib and she leaving it drained (Yeah)
I'm getting high, not counting the strains (Wait)
G19 got a brand new aim (Yeah)
And a couple of jeans of Three Shit Tint (Yeah, yeah)
I feel the X's bursting through my veins (Ohh)
I got right, moved out to L.A, yeah (Oh yeah)
You- you could've mind your business, yeah (Yeah)
Right round turn on the Bentley (Oh yeah)
Smoke up- smoke up on stain, get sticky
I got a bad bi', put her on Fendi (Uhh)
Yeah- yeah I've been doing her out of me
No, I don't park three shit, that's change (White ho')
White bitch got titties like vintage (Yeah)
Spend a- spend a finna whole lotta racks at the dentist (Buh, buh)
I can buy you this and that (Yeah)
Got Chromeheart sign on the hat (Yeah)
Put- put the whole damn team on my back (Yeah)
If he cappin' on me get taxed (Oh yeah)
I get fly, what you know 'bout that? (Oh yeah)
I get high, what you know 'bout that? (What's up)
You ain't with the gang won't get dat (Mhm)
I ball harder, check my stats
Uh, Prada all on my pants
I got a mag in the bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah- yeah, Oxy go straight to the face, no I won't split it in half (What?)
Yeah, I'm good at counting the bready in school I was trash at the math (Yeah, what?)
I- I need to stretch out tha' drank', pour a four man, the shit won't last (Yeah)
Yeah, she my personal slut (What?)
Perky hit me like a truck
I bought out- I bought out the store, what the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look- look like blood in my cup (What?)
Since a kid I ain't give no fucks
Hop out the house, then hop on the truck (Yeah)
I told the bitch, what's up? (It's up)
I told tha ho' wassup? (What's up)
Written by: Daniel McAllister