Prada lyrics

[Verse]
b*tch, yeah (I just landed)
Prada and Gucci don't go together
Got a MAC-10, I use the Glock 'cause it's better
And the racks in, might spend a bag on Margiela
Got him vaccinated, push shots at his temple
If he tellin' [?] my boy finna get him, and we finna stretch 'em
And I could tell that n*gga was a pus*y from the first day I met him
And I got the number nine, it's on my denim
If the n*gga talk down, we gon' end him
Oh yeah, I could tell that n*gga pus*y (Huh?)
I just might hit his ass with that blicky (Okay)
And I'm givin', I'm not like 50
Back then, I was broke, you was not f*ckin' with me (Okay)
And I would get high to the ceiling
And now I be f*ckin' on beautiful women
Like goddamn, what the f*ck I be doing?
I'm smart, man, but on the beat, I go stupid
My white plug love nicotine, can't stop Juuling
White plug can't stop listening to rock music
Hit him with the stick, tell a n*gga what he not doin'
n*gga talk down, [?], put the Glock to it