Prada Freestyle

Take your shit you ain't getting it back
Thought it was sweet
This ain't that
Ain't no stories
Aint no cap yea
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Take your shit you ain't getting it back
No no
Thought it was sweet
This ain't that
Ain't no stories ain't no cap no
Put her on roads
I put her on map
Might drop a bag then I make it back
That's my slime and that's my slatt
Slatt slatt
All this money got me zombie
Please don't waste my time bitch
Really came from dimes bitch
Yea
Lost that shit can't find it
Wish I could go back rewind it
But I can't pay no mind bitch
Said she love me but thats a no no
Can't trust no hoe
No hoe
Thats a no go
Gotta stick to the bro code
I can't fuck no broke hoe
Stack it up like Rolo
Yea yea
I got M to I to A
Chasing a bag all all day
Thought it was sweet
Okay
Pussy better lay in your grave
Backup I need me some space
Need me baguettes in the face
Gotta come first in the race
Said she love me but thats a no no
Can't trust no hoe
Take your shit you ain't getting it back
No no
Thought it was sweet
This ain't that
Ain't no stories ain't no cap
No no
Put her on road I put her on map
Might drop a bag then I make it back
That's my slime and that's my slatt
Slatt slatt
Im at my best when I'm running through checks
I can't fold and I can't stress
Ninety days I was out in the West
Dog collar on my neck
Came up off a crumb off a speck
Raf and Supreme just how I dress
I was up in the mountains
Look at my neck its a fountain
She said my drip outstanding
Outstanding
Water on me start drowning
I need an accountant
I can't count it
Demons they be prowling
She pouting
Allow it
Two phones yea I got two hoes
Backup you too close
Almost got booked, too close
Yea
Two phones yea with
Two clones just leave me alone
Yea
Take your shit you ain't getting it back
Thought it was sweet
This ain't that
Ain't no stories ain't no cap
Put her on road I put her on map
Might drop a bag then I make it back
That's my slime and that's my slatt



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Writer(s): Samuel Espindola
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