PRADA MASK

Man, that fuck **** do somethin', man

That **** just moved in and got all that traffic comin' in and out of that motherfucker, man

He doin' somethin', man, I can't put my finger on it

**** walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags

I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a **** in a Prada mask

Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass

I can't fall for none of these hoes, ****, nice guys finish last

Shit get greasy on my side, ****, quit talkin', come outside

Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive

We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins

Exhale good za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets

Ask my girl how much I shoot, taught my kids to do it too

Go ask Roc how many sticks I bought, that **** seen the proof

All my cribs is modern, all my bitches pretty as hell, ****

All my cars is foreign and them bitches fast as hell, ****

I turn street **** to victims, lay shit down, ****, I'm the victor

Every day I dodge the system, my young Oakland **** bippin'

My young bitch be flippin' houses, I fuck doctors and accountants

I know growers in the mountains, I'm too big to sell you ounces

I'm too big to sell you sevens, some of my **** done lost they soul

They too evil to go to Heaven, I just modified this cutta

Watch me work this MAC-11, rich ass plug, my floor is marble

I got packs and wooden parcels, so many Ps, my play startled

Bae, don't talk too much, I'm high, **** ain't eatin', they phones dry

Used to take change to Coinstar, now I got like eight cars

Damn, lil' bae, you look scrumptious, twelve hit the lights, we take off buttons

****, I drink on Triss and Wock, I don't sip on tea and crumpets

All my ex-hoes still want me, all my ex-girls stay in sample

****, come play with my herd, he gon' get his bitch ass trample

I know smackers on Panola, I know smackers in Stone Mountain

My partner dropped them racks off yesterday, and ****, I'm still countin', let's go

Man, hold up, come here, come here

Look at this shit

Man, this **** got Lambs, TRX's, and Jailbreaks

****, Mercedes trucks pullin' up, man

**** leavin' up out that bitch with duffel, book bags

Man, that fuck-**** got somethin' goin' on, I'm tellin' you, man

I know a trap **** when I see one, man

A **** can't fool me

Where that **** say he was from?

Oh, Decatur? He from the Eastside?

I bet that **** got low numbers on them bitches

Where them **** pullin' up?

Them **** numbers gots to be low

**** walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags

I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a **** in a Prada mask

Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass

I can't fall for none of these hoes, ****, nice guys finish last

Shit get greasy on my side, ****, quit talkin', come outside

Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive

We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins

Exhale good za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets