[Intro: Christ Dillinger]
Ayy huh (ahuh)
Mhm mhm mhm

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (uhuh)
Designer on me drippin' make a n***a slap his momma
I'm important like Obama (like llama)
Hit a n***a with that llama (that llama)
You could miss me with that drama (uhuh)
Beat a bitch like I'm her father (okay)
I woke up in the morning bitch I got me some new Prada
I don't got no job so I do what I wanna
Bitch I'mm on the block servin' dope cause it's fun (fun)
All my friends trap, got face tats, and guns
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (some what?)
These n***as steady hatin' man
These n***as baby fathers (bitch)
I don't got no kids so my pockets they on fat (fat)
Y'all n***as so lame man I swear y'all n***as whack (whack)
If that mans yo n***a why he stabbed you in the back?
Why you got so many followers but yo music whack? (damn)
I pull up on yo block
N***as know me in the trap (trap)
Bitches screamin Christ Dillinger
That is where it's at (where it's at)
Hoodrich gothboy shit
If you catch me wit that mac (that mac)
I'ma blow you off the map (that map)
Put a n***a on his back (his back)
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (uhuh)
Gothboy shit
Bitch I'm smokin marijuana (mhm)
I do not fuck with bitches who got problems with they fathers (nope)
I only fuck with bitches who got money like obama
I'm shooting kids up in this bitch like she's a fuckin school (im sorry)
Im dancin with some bitches
Man I feel just like Jah Rule (mhm)
You n***as buying likes
Man you think that makes you cool?
Bitch I'm gettin money
You can't measure that shit, ouh
Woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (damn)
Woke up in the morning then I fucked yo baby momma
[Bridge: Lil Darkie]
Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)
Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Yes I woke up in the morning already got on my Prada
Bitch I hopped up out the crib and I'm spittin like im a llama
I be tomahawkin n***as he singin like he was Lana
The fauna be smokin flora need more of it like the commas
Hot like sauna (uh)
Good morning my n***a where is your Prada?
I dont have an occupation besides fuckin' on yo daughter
Pussy slaughter
All my n***as be inking and toting weapons
Pussy n***a want my Remington, Colt, or the Smith & Wesson
Teach a lesson like a teacher or tutor, I'm always testin'
In the bleachers with my shooters we booted up never restin'
Impressing to those who matter, offending to all my haters
Walk the fuck up out the venue you pussies I'll see you later
I dont speak on firearm, mama raised a debater
But if you dont wanna talk then my pistol is not a waiter
If that bitch got a dick then n***a it cool to fade her
I be riding on my bike to the store like a n***a Slater
He look red in his face, that human is a tomater
Cuz im speaking to his thot and she hot like a fried potater
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada
I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Prada)
(Yes I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada, huh)
(Spider Gang shit)