TwoTone
Yea
(Only the devils wears Prada)
I need me a sac, run me a key
You wanna get work, you ain' get it for free
Touch down in the nap, I pull up on E
We gettin' this bag and pull up on Z
Said bad lil bitch she get on her knees
She gon' suck this dick for a gram of weed
Want percs and mollies? "I need like 3"
Just hit my phone then let me be
Whatchu' want a Maybach?
I spent some bread I made back
You gon' talk that shit, I hate that
Heard we at yo crib, get yo chain back
Pull up on me, my sticks is loaded
My glock got a dick, pour some tech and I'm frozen
Like Billy and Mandy, I'm Grim and I'm chosen
I'm shooting my shot and I hope I don't blow it
I'm shooting my shot and I hope I don't blow it
If my dick got a glock, is that bitch gonna' hold it?
Say I floss with baguettes, got my bitches so wet
She got tats on her chest, nd my wrist is so frozen
Yung Prxda get money, Yung Prxda so goated
Ran off to LA, now my eyes have been opened
I don't need you for shit, heard your life is a bitch
Tag team on em hoes like Lilo and Stitch
I gotta keep going, all my life I been broken
But now I'm the shit and I'm fucking yo bitch
So turn me up, prolly, my shooters surround me
Now I'm on yo ass just like it's a bounty
And now I got bad bitches all on my dick
She like how I dress, she loving the fit
She said that "we would have beautiful kids"
I told her to sit, "keep dreaming and shit"
I said what I said, I did what I did
And you should forget it, you not my lil bitch
I thought you was solid, but now you retarded
I left you on read but you never got it
Maybe I should break a brick on your head
I know there was times that you wish I was dead
But I'm living good, I'm smoking a wood
I ain' playing bout shit, is that understood?
I'm putting 'em red-bottoms all on my shoes
I fuck with my niggas bang red and em blues
I fuck with my gang, they the fam that I choose
These bitches be Blue, they be lookin' for clues
She said "pull up on me" said "pull up on who?"
Drive by in the Tesla, "You fuckin' with Jessa?"
Or maybe Solange, let's go out to brunch
(Only the devils wears Prada)
I need me a sac, run me a key
You wanna get work, you ain' get it for free
Touch down in the nap, I pull up on E
We gettin' this bag and pull up on Z
Said bad lil bitch she get on her knees
She gon' suck this dick for a gram of weed
Want percs and mollies? "I need like 3"
Just hit my phone then let me be
Whatchu' want a Maybach?
I spent some bread I made back
You gon' talk that shit, I hate that
Heard we at yo crib, get yo chain back
Pull up on me, my sticks is loaded
My glock got a dick, pour some tech and I'm frozen
Like Billy and Mandy, I'm Grim and I'm chosen
I'm shooting my shot and I hope I don't blow it
I'm shooting my shot and I hope I don't blow it
If my dick got a glock, is that bitch gonna' hold it?
Say I floss with baguettes, got my bitches so wet
She got tats on her chest, nd my wrist is so frozen
Yung Prxda get money, Yung Prxda so goated
Ran off to LA, now my eyes have been opened
I don't need you for shit, heard your life is a bitch
Tag team on em hoes like Lilo and Stitch
I gotta keep going, all my life I been broken
But now I'm the shit and I'm fucking yo bitch
So turn me up, prolly, my shooters surround me
Now I'm on yo ass just like it's a bounty
And now I got bad bitches all on my dick
She like how I dress, she loving the fit
She said that "we would have beautiful kids"
I told her to sit, "keep dreaming and shit"
I said what I said, I did what I did
And you should forget it, you not my lil bitch
I thought you was solid, but now you retarded
I left you on read but you never got it
Maybe I should break a brick on your head
I know there was times that you wish I was dead
But I'm living good, I'm smoking a wood
I ain' playing bout shit, is that understood?
I'm putting 'em red-bottoms all on my shoes
I fuck with my niggas bang red and em blues
I fuck with my gang, they the fam that I choose
These bitches be Blue, they be lookin' for clues
She said "pull up on me" said "pull up on who?"
Drive by in the Tesla, "You fuckin' with Jessa?"
Or maybe Solange, let's go out to brunch
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Writer(s): Matthew Siegel
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