I know momma Prada me
Done got to a bag
Gon load up the mag
Pockets eating on collard greens
Blue cheese
Don't play with that bag
I'm really ya dad
Gone off the ecstasy
I'm making em mad
Watch how I spazz
The drip is so heavenly
We can from the gutter
That's word to mother
You cannot get next to me
Triple em 0's I won't be a hero
If these niggas keep testing me
Throw shots through the window We gunning you down
That's a fatality
Turn ya bitch to a widow
We hunting like hounds
I am my brothers keepers
I am my brothers keepers
We moving like Talibans
No you can't shake my hand
Links boomin on telegram
You know I'm better man
Dududu shoots like a camera man
Skrttt right in a mini van
Shoutout to hunnidband
I count up a Hunnid bands
I do this shit everyday
We praising the gunners
We send off the runners
Knowing no better we call it faith
Foot on pedal
Cut it in several
Play with the brick
Let it marinate
Get burnt with a burner
I know that I'm certain
One of you niggas could die today
I get to them hunnids
She be getting em singles
My pockets love money
Her hands likely to mingle
Getting em chips
We be getting em Pringles
I was rolling up blunts
As thin as a needle
I stay to myself
I'm not with these people
Crack in the 80s
You know that I'm crazy
These bitches be playing
But these bitches can't play me
Committed some sins
And I know you can't save me
The way how i repent
I just smoke on the daily
Thanks to my mama
I'm glad that she made me
Thanks to the streets
I'm glad it ain't take me
Shit real in the field
This shit is to crazy
But I gotta go get it
Ain't no complaining
I know momma Prada me
Done got to a bag
Gon load up the mag
Pockets eating on collard greens
Blue cheese
Don't play with that bag
I'm really ya dad
Gone off the ecstasy
Ehhhh
I'm making em mad
Watch how I spazz
The drip is so heavenly
We can from the gutter
That's word to mother
You cannot get next to me
Triple em 0's I won't be a hero
If these niggas keep testing me
Throw shots through the window We gunning you down
That's a fatality
Turn ya bitch to a widow
We hunting like hounds
I am my brothers keepers
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I know momma Prada me
Done got to a bag
Gon load up the mag
Pockets eating on collard greens
Blue cheese
Don't play with that bag
I'm really ya dad
Gone off the ecstasy
I'm making em mad
Watch how I spazz
The drip is so heavenly
We can from the gutter
That's word to mother
You cannot get next to me
Triple em 0's I won't be a hero
If these niggas keep testing me
Throw shots through the window We gunning you down
That's a fatality
Turn ya bitch to a widow
We hunting like hounds
I am my brothers keepers
I am my brothers keepers
We moving like Talibans
No you can't shake my hand
Links boomin on telegram
You know I'm better man
Dududu shoots like a camera man
Skrttt right in a mini van
Shoutout to hunnidband
I count up a Hunnid bands
I do this shit everyday
We praising the gunners
We send off the runners
Knowing no better we call it faith
Foot on pedal
Cut it in several
Play with the brick
Let it marinate
Get burnt with a burner
I know that I'm certain
One of you niggas could die today
I get to them hunnids
She be getting em singles
My pockets love money
Her hands likely to mingle
Getting em chips
We be getting em Pringles
I was rolling up blunts
As thin as a needle
I stay to myself
I'm not with these people
Crack in the 80s
You know that I'm crazy
These bitches be playing
But these bitches can't play me
Committed some sins
And I know you can't save me
The way how i repent
I just smoke on the daily
Thanks to my mama
I'm glad that she made me
Thanks to the streets
I'm glad it ain't take me
Shit real in the field
This shit is to crazy
But I gotta go get it
Ain't no complaining
I know momma Prada me
Done got to a bag
Gon load up the mag
Pockets eating on collard greens
Blue cheese
Don't play with that bag
I'm really ya dad
Gone off the ecstasy
Ehhhh
I'm making em mad
Watch how I spazz
The drip is so heavenly
We can from the gutter
That's word to mother
You cannot get next to me
Triple em 0's I won't be a hero
If these niggas keep testing me
Throw shots through the window We gunning you down
That's a fatality
Turn ya bitch to a widow
We hunting like hounds
I am my brothers keepers
Done got to a bag
Gon load up the mag
Pockets eating on collard greens
Blue cheese
Don't play with that bag
I'm really ya dad
Gone off the ecstasy
I'm making em mad
Watch how I spazz
The drip is so heavenly
We can from the gutter
That's word to mother
You cannot get next to me
Triple em 0's I won't be a hero
If these niggas keep testing me
Throw shots through the window We gunning you down
That's a fatality
Turn ya bitch to a widow
We hunting like hounds
I am my brothers keepers
I am my brothers keepers
We moving like Talibans
No you can't shake my hand
Links boomin on telegram
You know I'm better man
Dududu shoots like a camera man
Skrttt right in a mini van
Shoutout to hunnidband
I count up a Hunnid bands
I do this shit everyday
We praising the gunners
We send off the runners
Knowing no better we call it faith
Foot on pedal
Cut it in several
Play with the brick
Let it marinate
Get burnt with a burner
I know that I'm certain
One of you niggas could die today
I get to them hunnids
She be getting em singles
My pockets love money
Her hands likely to mingle
Getting em chips
We be getting em Pringles
I was rolling up blunts
As thin as a needle
I stay to myself
I'm not with these people
Crack in the 80s
You know that I'm crazy
These bitches be playing
But these bitches can't play me
Committed some sins
And I know you can't save me
The way how i repent
I just smoke on the daily
Thanks to my mama
I'm glad that she made me
Thanks to the streets
I'm glad it ain't take me
Shit real in the field
This shit is to crazy
But I gotta go get it
Ain't no complaining
I know momma Prada me
Done got to a bag
Gon load up the mag
Pockets eating on collard greens
Blue cheese
Don't play with that bag
I'm really ya dad
Gone off the ecstasy
Ehhhh
I'm making em mad
Watch how I spazz
The drip is so heavenly
We can from the gutter
That's word to mother
You cannot get next to me
Triple em 0's I won't be a hero
If these niggas keep testing me
Throw shots through the window We gunning you down
That's a fatality
Turn ya bitch to a widow
We hunting like hounds
I am my brothers keepers
Writer: W.M. Christmas, Wesley Christmas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid