[Intro]
Ryan, what took you so long?
Prada Did It
Smokin' this pain, think It's makin' me thinner
Like—

[Chorus]
Smokin' this pain, think It's makin' me thinner
December hot, thinking hell of a winter
I've been stuck on my ways tryna make me a winner
Deep thoughts, you don't feel it
But, if I throw a shot, bro, I bet he gon' feel it
I done made history, n***a, I did it

[Verse]
They wanna know, please don't ask what I did
Br-Bro called my phone, said he beat a lieutenant
Jail gettin' weird, bro, just wait a few minutes
Other little bro called my phone, said this shit gettin' nasty
N***as out here dying, bro the street shit different
Tote my thеrmometer, I'm feelin' sicker
And I don't need to spin to gеt a little n***a killed
I have my little n***as kill him
Masked up on that block he a villain
Gun on his hip, make em move a little different
If he diss, we gon pay him a visit
Throw the bag on his head, im the ticket
And I bet if he touch one of mine he gone feel it
Real shit, think im out of my mind
Why these girls tryin' waste all my time
Thot-Thot on my dick, she k-keep callin' me
On the net she be trollin' me
Thinking she mine, she be all on me
I was tryin' think of a way to get in her spine
[Chorus]
Smokin' this pain, think It's makin' me thinner
December hot, thinking hell of a winter
I've been stuck on my ways tryna make me a winner
Deep thoughts, you don't feel it
But, if I throw a shot, bro, I bet he gon' feel it
I done made history, n***a, I did it

[Outro]
I done made history, n***a, I did it
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