Prada Me

[Intro: Tokin]
Based1 got them bands, ho
Uh-huh, yeah, ba-da-da, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah (Okay, uh, uh, yeah)

[Chorus: Tokin]
Know they proud of me (Proud of me)
Louis V, I mix it with the Prada jeans
Take a nigga for ransom, robbery
Save that shit for the birds, honestly
Just believe that, on the speakers, she givin' me feedback
Nothing right but she giving me feedback
Bitch, I'm fresher than ever, Moncler coat with the Dior sweater
Jacket Letterman with the Dior letters
Got the Hеrman's belt so the jeans fit bеtter
Bitch, I'm better than ever
Let me see who better than me, got the VLONE shirt and the Balmain jeans
Okay, they sayin' shit fictional
Don't fuck around in this bitch, it get physical
Dots on his body, we leave his ass critical
He type on the net so that nigga is digital

[Verse 1: Tokin]
I told her, "Don't you play with me 'cause my niggas runnin' your house"
And you claim that you want the bread but your bitch ass stay on the couch
Let me see who fresher than me, to be honest, these niggas be actin' like they really bitches (For real)
Got two twin bitches, they say that they castin' these spells on a nigga, I think that they witches
Two twin Glocks named Tia Tamera
The Glocks shoot the same, they fit perfect together
Ooh, drop that top on a fly nigga bitch
And these niggas be hoes and they think that they shit
Yeah, yeah, these hoes thotties, and the top that they givin' be sloppy
In the I8, movin' real fast
And your boy do the dash, and that bitch like a blunt, I'ma pass

[Bridge: Tokin]
Huh, dun-dun-dun, dun
Ho, she was talkin' too much, for real
Yeah, for real, hoes be talkin' too much, for real
I know I'm different but these hoes talkin' too much, for real
Huh, yeah, for real
Yeah, yeah, let's go, let's go

[Chorus: Tokin]
Know they proud of me
Louis V, I mix it with the Prada jeans
Take a nigga for ransom, robbery
Save that shit for the birds, honestly
Just believe that, on the speakers, she givin' me feedback
Nothing right but she giving me feedback
Fuck with bitches, I don't even need that
I'm the next up, lil' nigga, believe that

[Verse 2: Steele 11]
Sippin' on lean, this shit be bustin'
Nasty girl, keep suckin'
Brand new Dior, please don't touch it
She said that I got lucky
For the bands that I made (All the bands, I gave you my heart)
Can you run away? Nah, that kitty cat wetter than my necklace
That shit fat as hell, no precious
Yeah, it remind me of my ex-bitch, oh
Yeah, that's every part of me (Uh)
Told that bitch on top of me, "Kicks rocks"
Thank you sloppin' me, big loss
Countin' my paper up, big bucks
Uh-uh, uh-huh, you gone
Out of my mind, and fuck you and your friends that was fuckin' up my life
You already know I'm anti-social and I hate sayin' goodbye (Oh, please, tell me why)

[Chorus: Tokin]
Know they proud of me
Louis V, I mix it with the Prada jeans
Take a nigga for ransom, robbery
Save that shit for the birds, honestly
Just believe that, on the speakers, she givin' me feedback
Nothing right but she giving me feedback
Fuck with bitches, I don't even need that
I'm the next up, lil' nigga, believe that

[Outro: Tokin]
Duh-duh-duh, okay, believe that (Yeah, yeah)
Duh-duh-duh, okay, believe that
Okay, believe that