NEW PRADA lyrics

[Intro: Christ Dillinger]
Ayy, huh (ahuh)
Mhm, mhm, mhm

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Uh-uh)
Designer on me drippin' make a n*gga slap his momma
I'm important like Obama, hit a n*gga with that llama (That llama)
You could miss me with that drama, beat a b*tch like I'm her father (Uh-huh, okay)
I woke up in the morning, b*tch I got me some new Prada
I don't got no job so I do what I wanna
b*tch I'm on the block servin' dope 'cause it's fun (Fun)
All my friends trap, got face tats, and guns
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Some what?)
These n*ggas steady hatin' man, these n*ggas baby fathers (b*tch)
I don't got no kids so my pockets they on fat (Fat)
Y'all n*ggas so lame man I swear y'all n*ggas whack (Whack)
If that mans yo n*gga why he stabbed you in the back?
Why you got so many followers but yo music whack? (Damn)
I pull up on yo block, n*ggas know me in the trap (Trap)
b*tches screamin Christ Dillinger, that is where it's at (Where it's at)
Hoodrich gothboy sh*t, if you catch me wit that mac (That mac)
I'ma blow you off the map, put a n*gga on his back (His back)
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Uh-uh)
Gothboy sh*t, b*tch I'm smokin marijuana (Mhm)
I do not f*ck with b*tches who got problems with they fathers (Nope)
I only f*ck with b*tches who got money like obama
I'm shooting kids up in this b*tch like she's a f*ckin school (I'm sorry)
I'm dancin' with some b*tches, man I feel just like Jah Rule (Mhm)
You n*ggas buying likes, man you think that makes you cool?
b*tch I'm gettin money, you can't measure that sh*t, ouh
Woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Damn)
Woke up in the morning then I f*cked yo baby momma
[Bridge: Lil Darkie]
Yes, yes (Yeah, yeah)
Yes, yes (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Yes I woke up in the morning already got on my Prada
b*tch I hopped up out the crib and I'm spittin like im a llama
I be tomahawkin n*ggas he singin like he was Lana
The fauna be smokin' flora need more of it like the commas
Hot like sauna (Uh)
Good morning my n*gga where is your Prada?
I don't have an occupation besides f*ckin' on yo daughter
pus*y slaughter
All my n*ggas be inking and toting weapons
pus*y n*gga want my Remington, Colt, or the Smith & Wesson
Teach a lesson like a teacher or tutor, I'm always testin'
In the bleachers with my shooters we booted up never restin'
Impressing to those who matter, offending to all my haters
Walk the f*ck up out the venue you pussies I'll see you later
I don't speak with my firearm, mama raised a debater
But if you don't wanna talk then my pistol is not a waiter
If that b*tch got a di*k then, n*gga it cool to fade her
I be riding on my bike to the store like a n*gga Slater
He look red in his face, that human is a tomater
'Cause I'm speaking to his thot and she hot like a fried potater
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Prada)
(Yes I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada, huh)
[Outro: Lil Darkie]
(Spider Gang sh*t)