Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prada Archive
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
london g woods
Songwriter
Lyrics
Eyes low off the drink, hit this hoe forgot her name
In the spot wit yo main, bet lil shawty gimmie brain
Hit her once, take yo ass home baby, you can't stay
Hit yo bitch from the backbone, now she call me bae
She ain't trynna fuck no lame, but lil prada get her slain
She gon suck on this big thing while I'm geeked up switching lanes
Nike mask 2-door coupe we hop out and hit a stain
Know who ran off wit yo shit
RL gang we took yo chain
Yeah you know who took that shit from you, just come and get it back
I draw down you bet not run, boy you can't duck this switch attack
She in love wit my persona, see I'm having plenty racks
I be mixing baking soda, in the trap cooking crack
If you saying that you love me girl, then get the drop for me
If we fell out some shit girl would you call the cops on me
Talm bout love just want trust, baby hold my 223
She want fuck call her up let me hit inside the v
Drop the dick she look at me like nigga dont ever leave
Drop the clip, load the Glock, I step back I'm finna squeeze
Pull up on her I'm on hard tryna grib that booty meat
Slim thick she a star and this bitch came with some teeth
Eyes low off the drink, hit this hoe forgot her name
In the spot wit yo main, bet lil shawty gimmie brain
Hit her once take yo ass home, baby you can't stay
Hit yo bitch from the backbone, now she call me bae
She ain't trynna fuck no lame she, but lil prada get her slain
She gon suck on this big thing while I'm geeked up switching lanes
Nike mask 2-door coupe, we hop out and hit a stain
Know who ran off wit yo shit
RL gang we took yo chain
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