[Intro]
Wake up, F1lthy
Prada, you made that?

[Chorus]
Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch, I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah

[Verse: PradaCurse]
Thick bitch by my side, name Jenny
Left side phone, bout to hit her with the caddy
Shooting back to back like a motherfuckin' trilogy
Grrah, its a headshot
Fuck her for the bag, make your legs rock
Keep a thirty on me, I keep all the shots
You is my son, boy, just shit down
Hit 'em with the top of dope with like two rounds
Put the K on his head, now he up now
Beat for the back til' the muh'fuckin' sundown
Double up the clip, .50 on me so you know I'm legit
Gang, gang, we over here with the clip
I'm born on F, so they call me a jit
.45 roll 'em up on the spliff
Shorty can feel my side, had to put inside, you know I'm Prada, huh?
I get the guap and stack on the daily, yeah, you already know I did it first
Shout out my brother Santana
I gotta [?] her, pour a four up in the fanta
Run up on that boy, came two shots on his head
Now that boy dead now
[Chorus]
Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch, I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah

[Verse: BabySantana]
Oh, we sent him up to the (Sky)
We laughing at you cause you not the (Guy)
We sent him up and tell him "Goodbye" (Bye)
She eat me up like a Taco
Tweaking the diamonds, they look like a lego
Look at me in one eye like a cyclone
She at the crib, she need something to bite on
We shooting movies, I'm feeling like Tygo
Put me up to the (Ah)
Put me up to the shoes like a Hyro
Just like lil Faygo, make her hit the high note
(Ah)

[Pre-Chorus: PradaCurse]
Pull up to that boy, we gon' hit him with that fire (Grrah)
Now we gon' stunt now
Run it back with that .4 when I hit them with the fire
Lil boy, thats facts, no cap
Whippin' the pot, you know its off when I saw 'em
One three on my back, lil bitch, I feel like I'm harden
I ain't callin' the shits, but you know that I'm ballin'
Keep twin uzi's like my name Autumn
[Chorus]
Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch, I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive, make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah

[Outro]
Okay, thank you, [?]
[?] what is you saying?