Prada (feat. DaWiz)

Two hundred and something with the X5
With the Serie 3 Coupe that's just a bit lighter
Me, ah

So many turns that my head's going crazy
I'm in Goku form, Big Cartel in Toronto
You're running late, for me it's still early
If something gets in my way, I'll take it down

They're following my trail, girl, just go along with it
If this is a sport, I'm going for the chicken
I want everything, cousin, like, smoke and fuck
The only thing that worries me is peeling the crab

I don't have time for hate, obviously
I have plenty of time to chill and make her leave her boyfriend
These aren't just phrases, girl, not verse or prose
These are dribbles on a tile

I have a couple of routes ready
I have a thousand heavy bitches
I have a better price than your dreri, hash and peri
My ways are vulgar and my phrases are Bulgari
I have bitches who fuck you and inform me, matajari

Ring-ring, on the phone all day, I'm running out of time
The hours slip away because of these bitches with bodies
I'm worth money and she wants to take a percentage
I've spent it all with the skinny guy tonight in Lloret, sorry

Fucking probe, my bitch is an athlete and in shape
Jumping around her room in shorts like I'm Kombat
She says she doesn't smell and then asks me for coke
I put two nails in to raise the grade

I know your ho smokes terpene
My ho grabs my dick and tells me
Today you give me four, no less
And well, I ended up giving her the fifth
I just need the hat, bitch, call me Lincoln, ah

General captain
High rank, high rank yes or yes
Walk a bit lighter, woh, rrah (Here, how is it?)
Me, ah

This is my second part (Yes), I'm the godfather
They want to shoot me in the back like Shinzo
I eat the bullets, they touch everything, but not me
I use knees and elbows to clear my path

I go down to the [?] with a frozen look
With Prada glasses, cool like a piña colada
I like them more stylish, man, hands are washed
It's her and me in bed, the star of the evening

Two hundred and something with the X5
With the Serie 3 Coupe that's just a bit lighter
I act mad because she left me on seen
And I'm not worried anymore, the crime doesn't count for me

Mom, I'm Ali Baba and forty thieves
I collect bills, I have them in all colors
I'm not racist, white, black, and brown
With my backpack full, I'm going back to school