Prada Me Lyrics

(Nik Nik)

In the booth rolling up with my nigga

Off this rap shit, we makin' and killing

Nigga changed so they call me a villain

Whenever she see me, she getting that feelin

Smoking dope, got them high as a ceiling

Smoking dope, got them higher than space

Got her geeked, so she thought it was laced

I see a bag and now I gotta chase

We spin on his block and we don't leave a trace

A band on this head, now he's counting his days

Take a chance like we rolling some dice

Stacking the cheese we get it like mice

I'm not a munch like Ice Spice

Hop in a Neiman, don't care about a price

Crashing the whip like I'm Jan (Oh shit!) he banned

I'm pushing 140, flying in a Wraith, got 140 in the safe

Then another hundred in the bank

Me and my nigga gon' slide in a tank

Pull up with a stick, what the fuck is a shank?

Like, no, I ain't stabbing a nigga Talk back then I'm clapping a nigga Put him in a blunt then I'm packing a

nigga，talk crazy

Then I'm gonna slapping a nigga (like)

You a thotty, like, where's _, like, that homie dead

Just put his girl to fuckin' bed

In the booth rolling up with my nigga

Off this rap shit, we makin' and killing

Nigga changed so they call me a villain

Whenever she see me, she getting that feelin

Smoking dope, got them high as a ceiling

Smoking dope, got them higher than space

Got her geeked, so she thought it was laced

I see a bag and now I gotta chase

We spin on his block and we don't leave a trace

A band on this head, now he's counting his days

Take a chance like we rolling some dice

Stacking the cheese we get it like mice

I'm not a munch like Ice Spice

Hop in a Neiman, don't care about a price

Crashing the whip like I'm Jan (Oh shit!) he banned

Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm in the NBA

If he talkin', we send him to heavens gates

Shorty like me, I know she into me

Her pussy ain't it, so I dash in the whip

(Uh-huh, damn)

Shout out my mama, I know she proud of me

Shout out my sister, I know she proud of me

Shout out STF, I know they proud of me

Rocking designer, I told that bitch, Prada me

Poppin' my shit, yeah, I'm popping (popping)

Bitch, I'm goin' up, nobody stopping me (stopping me)

That lil' bitch, you know she topping me (topping me)

Counting this bread like we playing Monopoly

Like how that nigga got two bands but ain't got no two bands

Like that shit doesn't even make no sense bro

STF