Prada Jeans
[Intro: 279tyler]
Gokami
Go, yeah, yeah
Wake Up Kaii

[Verse 1: 279tyler]
I was so fucked up I can't even see
I got the dope in the prada jeans
Yeah they fuck with me cause I'm a prodigy
I walk in this bitch, yeah, wearing double G
Not new to ballin', yeah, I'm no rookie
Smoking on gas, yeah, this shit cookie
Car push to start I don't got no key
Whatever I do I keep it lowkey
It can get up feel like Lil Keed
Walk around hunnit bitches on me
Walk around with tools on me
Walk around looking like an army
Walk in this bitch with a big weapon on me
Pop a bar then I turn to a zombie
All that fuu shit, that shit beyond me
[Verse 2: 279tyler]
All that fake shit, I don't fuck with that
Pull up with them straps, yeah, like thе taliban
Walk around, yeah, with hella bands
Walk in this bitch with a designеr mask
Foreign bitch with a fatass
Look at my stacks, my stacks fat
Check out my stats that's real facts
Big ass Backwood, you can't match that
I'm in a coupe you in a hatchback
Talking that shit now you a hashtag
He said he got bands, yeah, on his head
Quit that cap shit no one want you dead
Pull up to his crib you can see me out there
Jugg his shit, yeah, he said that it ain't fair
Well who the fuck said we were playing fair?

[Verse 3: Glawkie]
Yeah, yeah
You say you getting money I think that's a lie
I pull up on your bitch like we getting live
Drugs in my body, yeah, I'm getting high
That bitch wanna fuck told that bitch "you super fried"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to bust down my wrist, I had to bust down my neck, okay
She wanna fuck I told that bitch "just hop your ass in the Wraith"
Took her ass to a 5 star, she told me she don't know this place
I feel like an artist she came over I painted her face
Nigga he talking that shit, but that nigga ain't none that nigga a disgrace
I feel like Tay-K I hop in the whip and I do the race
[Verse 4: Dici]
Yeah, I walk into Prada I'm buying that bitch out
Like why the fuck I'm walking 'round with my glick out?
And lil bitch hop in the whip, she whippin' my dick out
And this bitch think she funny, yeah, like she got a big mouth like
Yeah, pull up I'm filling it up
Yeah, my pockets double stuffed right
That bitch she from the hills
Like she gone snort a line
Poured up like eight lines
No lil bro, I ain't lying
In the lamb truck, we flyin'
Slide by in that shit you dyin'
Pop a lil perc, yeah, I'm getting crizzy
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All this lean fucking up my gut
All this hating had to buy a new gun
Too much money don't know what you want
Too much haters don't know, uh
Yeah go ahead throw his ass under the bus
Go ahead mix a lil par with the tuss
Go ahead mix the lil bar with the uh
Loo at my bitch, Maison Margiela, uh
I'm mixing the Ricks with my Margiela
She said I'm a handsome fellow
Your diamonds cloudy and they yellow
You say you in the trap but what is you selling? That's cap
Like me and my gang at the top of this shit, no cap
I just walked in with my Prada jeans on I'm not even gonna cap
And you ain't gonna talk to me like that, like I got the drac on my lap
[Verse 5: Quiswtf]
I walk in that Prada I leave with a bag
Spanish bitch she call me Papi but I'm not her dad
I walk in this bitch, yeah, I keep me a Mac
When I hop up in that cat, bitch, I don't look back
Yeah I'm speeding two hundred, yeah I broke the dash
Big body AMG, bitch, I hit the gas
If you talking down on us, then gang up on your ass
Why you talking to me boy like you don't got that pass
D. R. A. C. O., that's all I need to spaz
I got this foreign bitch all on me with a lot of ass
Yeah, laughing to the bank because I got that cash
Go and ask my brodie 'bout me, yeah, he never caps
Run up on me and this Tech it eat you like some snacks