PRADA (with Young Dalto)

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Wrist is frozen
Money blowing
Come 'round me, I'ma hit him two times
And I leave with the low-end
That boy, he snaking
That boy, he faking
I told you from the start that he would never make it
Ripped jeans, that Prada
Uh, I came with the dollars
UH, my way is way too different
And I got it out way smarter
You way too goofy, uh
Had to leave with a blue piece, uh
And no I'm not from Chi', but trust me
My life is a movie
I had different stacks
And I got 'em racked
Parked it in the back
Lambos and Hellcats
Swervin' in the coupe
Got my boys on blast
And we gon' pull up, let it out
Just like it's automatic
Wrist is frozen
Money blowing
Come 'round me, I'ma hit him two times
And I leave with the low-end
That boy, he snaking
That boy, he faking
I told you from the start that he would never make it
Braking like his car
He hit me, ain't getting far
I'm gon' kill, just with my bars
Verse broke off, I'm droppin' shards
Deal me in, I'll play the cards
I'm bottled up, and I feel like a jar
I blow up, she say I'm far
When I make money
She say I'm hard
I got yo girl droppin' her mans
Mess with my heart, then I mess with her friends
I got 'em talkin', I feel like a 10
But iI know it's cap, she just want bands
It's ok though, I keep 'em in hand
I keep it raining while she do the dance
I keep it dranin', she reach for my pants
I'm pulling up on somebody's man
Wrist is frozen
Money blowing
Come 'round me, I'ma hit him two times
And I leave with the low-end
That boy, he snaking
That boy, he faking
I told you from the start that he would never make it
I told you from the start that he would never make it
Now I'm up here, and he's down there
Makin' all of those faces
I know he wish he was me
But no one else is ZXEE
And that's what's funny, how I'm in the game
And they asleep
And that's what's funny, 'cause I'm up now
Got racks with a Bussdown
I got racks, cause I'm in uptown
And we finna pop out
Pop out, like Polo
Me and the boys riding solo
We not scared of no one
Because we Capo
We the next generation
Better watch and learn
I'm in the booth, and it's gonna burn
Killing the verse
Now it's in a hearse
They want a shirt, and it came from the dirt
Feelin' like Durk
I leave 'em murked
I put the work
They tryna lurk
Only time I die is when I leave Earth
Wrist is frozen
Money blowing
Come 'round me, I'ma hit him two times
And I leave with the low-end
That boy, he snaking
That boy, he faking
I told you from the start that he would never make it

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