PRADA U Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah This Chicago, nigga

Woah, woah, woah Keep that fire on me, you finna get cooked

She fuck with my flow, she fuck with the hook feel like Kim Possible

Make it impossible possible

I'm making music, can I really make it profitable

Might spoil myself, drip me out in the prada shoes

How you feel when they say that they prada you

I want the money, I wanna go tropical

Stand in my way, you just an obstacle

Break off the gang, divide like dominoes

Pushing the V eight, and I say, vamanos

Run, get hit with a tec

Are you feeling me, I got a bad vendetta

Try to press me, turn it to terminator Spin again, get hit with a barretta

Say you don't ride suicide, I'ma hop out suicide

Try to play with me, this that do or die Mario Cart, we let bullets fly

Say you gangnem for real, is you ready to ride

Mask on, feeling like Batman throughout the night

Demons arise, look who I gotta fight

Dripped out in that Sub-Zero and I'm dripped off in that ice

Take off the top Camaro, bad bitty hitting my line

She a part of my roster, so I claim her as one of mine

She begging me to buy her clothes, but I won't spend a dime

SZA, fell in love with a scissor

Three stars all on me, like I got on Adidas

Nah, nah, nah