Prada

808 Melo
(Sanction Gang!)
(Traphouse Mob!)
Yeah
Oh shit
PTG
This is a Melo beat (Blttt, Gang!)
(Gang! Gang! Gang!)

Make 'em dance
When I pull up, I pull up (I Pull up, I pull up)
Making sure that my money stack up to the ceiling
So when I count it, they all look up
Me and you, we not the same
We on different timing
Yeah, I'm a demon
Got you shook up
Prada (Prada, Prada)
For the vision
I'm too drippy when I cook up (Bah! Bah!)
They like "Ouuu, thats Mr. Beretta?"
Everybody wanna be me
Lil' shawty said I'm nice with my fingers
How I move 'em, like I'm Stevie
Yeah, my pockets flex like John Cena
Stay with it, you can't see me
Yeah we ten deep
Gotta go through my team, if you really wanna reach me (Gang! Gang! Gang!)

Please don't talk out your jaws, 'fore we break that
All the money you got we 'gon take that
Yeah, I state facts
Tell my hittas spin your block, all I do is lay back (Glltt, bah!)
Yeah we dangerous
You got a brave soul if you play with us
Gyal dem be all on our bodies
Because we too drippy, yeah they wanna lay with us
I tell my lil' demons to spin your block
Now, it's over
Yeah, it's clipped (Bah!)
I call up my Woos
I call up my Bloodies
You don't want me to call the Crips (Huh?)
'Cuz when it's war
Yeah, I'll make a call, like Pop
You gon' call it quits
You saying you'll catch me in traffic, you really think that I'm scared of a blixk?
(Fuck no, nigga!)
Yeah they be talking reckless
Stay on my good side, don't be on the checklist
I'm making money, so you know I'm restless And young
This Beretta, not Young and the Restless (Beretta, Beretta)
Who you think you be checkin'?
You chattin', like you packin' a Smith n' Weston
You say you drilling, I want you to come make a correction
Gang

Make 'em dance
When I pull up, I pull up
Making sure that my money stack up to the ceiling
So when I count it, they all look up
Me and you, we not the same
We on different timing
Yeah, I'm a demon
Got you shook up
Prada
For the vision
I'm too drippy when I cook up
They like "Ouuu, thats Mr. Beretta?"
Everybody wanna be me
Lil' shawty said I'm nice with my fingers
How I move 'em, like I'm Stevie (Gang!)
Yeah, my pockets flex like John Cena
Stay with it, you can't see me
Yeah, we ten deep
Gotta go through my team, if you really wanna reach me (Gang! Gang! Gang!)

Yeah
She a treesh, she moving too loosely
I just piece her PTG, and then I keep it pushin' (PTG!)
I don't got time for a treesh, talkin' crazy (She a treesh)
PTG gon' catch you lackin', nobody could save you (Blltt!)
If you talk out your jaw
You gon' get stained
You gon' get hurt
Gon' be rearranged
No we not a gang
But we put in pain
Tryna get a stack
And start moving lanes
If you got a problem, yeah you better say
You ain't getting money, boy you a lame
Yeah my back hurt lifting all this weight
Keep talking spicy
Get kicked in your face, bitch
I hate you niggas, I'm 'bout to start jackin' that I'm a lil' racist
Bullets gon' get to you, no they not missing you
I'm playing, but I'mma start raging
Tell her stop texting me, she get me vex
See the Prada and wanna start paging (See the Prada!)
673PTG On the way to the top and I know we gon' make it (PTG!)

Make 'em dance
When I pull up, I pull up (Gang! Gang! Gang!)
Making sure that my money stack up to the ceiling
So when I count it, they all look up (Sanction Gang!)
Me and you, we not the same
We on different timing
Yeah, I'm a demon
Got you shook up
Prada
For the vision
I'm too drippy when I cook up
They like "Ouuu, thats Mr. Beretta?"
Everybody wanna be me
Lil' shawty said I'm nice with my fingers
How I move 'em, like I'm Stevie
Yeah, my pockets flex like John Cena
Stay with it, you can't see me
Yeah we ten deep
Gotta go through my team, if you really wanna reach me
Gang

Yeah yeah, man
Niggas lit
Real tingz pon the studio time, eh?
Shit lit
Seven-O Beretta soon come up
Gang