luh von - Prada (feat. bglilshawn) Lyrics

Big shit nigga, Outside your crib
F*ck you talkin bout..
Pull up, make niggas change, they whole demeaned
Whack a nigga hop on live, spam W's like I'm a streamer

Tre got a chopper, 22, that bitch a stinger
Had niggas looking for the fin, we in a Beamer
Grab da dope and drop it in a coffee pot, just need some creamer
Want a feat, pay that deposit

Half these niggas in my city, broke the other, still in the closet
Half these niggas in my city, bucked, if I ain't get em, my niggas got em
My on the runnin' ass homeboy
Don't call my phone, gon' hear it click, not bout a dollar

Suit up and out bad, just like T'Challa
Pop out, trimmer, then the bitch can't spell the name, just know I bought em
I got Prada on my shirt but for the shoes, Balenciaga
Ksubi, it be rude, I miss the bottoms

F*cked her raw , it be rude, I use a condom
F*ck a wood, we catch fat ass, we gon' put dude up in a Grabba
This opp bitch keep tryna f*ck me, catch ha dude, then I'm gon' pop him
F*ck it, I'm finna text her

Like to eat me while I'm drivin', thinkin' f*ck, I need a tesla
Toss Kp the glee, I'm drivin', give a f*ck, he shoot it better
Oh, you ain't trickin', give ha option, bae, I think the blue one better
I love green, but I just think the blue one better

Black clip, pole brown , scat shit
With some hoes, I'm drivin' fast, they slow it down
Bitch, shut up and ride
Niggas actin' tough, never seen them, don't even come outside

Actin' like he got that fye, but only flash it on the live
Make that bitch eat my dick, and when she done, lil hoe, I'm dippin
Steady cheatin' on my bitch, cause my grown hoe comin' different
Niggas growner than the bitch, I ain't move the brick, that shit ridiculous

I can show you how to whip, get in that kitchen, hoe, I'm pressin'
Get the J's to come and test me, I can tell that you ain't spendin'
She gon' f*ck me for this necklace
Get the lo we steady bendin', tryna catch one in a stretcher

In my cougar bitch kitchen, eatin' fruit snacks, they are nephews
Got some cho I'm stackin' up, I just ain't poppin'
Got some hoes in my DM, tryna f*ck, they just be watchin'
Niggas beat they feet, when they see that heat, sound like they marchin'

Know,it ain't no fee, my young niggas gon' rap you like some garbage
Bitch, I shit up plenty times, she try to move, he cannot start it
Back winning , plenty flavors, man, this shit smell like a fart
Trust my hoes, ain't got no heart

She say she won't be with me, but I just want her for the twat
Hell nah, this ain't 10 or G, ain't comin' cheap, straight out the pot
When you on my phone, I ain't got nothing for the drive
What the f*ck goin' on, man

Free KJ, nigga, long live khai , nigga, you know we comin'