Strada - Burberry Prints Lyrics

Stand on your word
Know I'm standing on mine
Tell god your plans
He gone laugh every time
My brothers my family
We share the same mom
They step and they slide
Like they dancin in line
Checking for strad
Tell em im doing fine
Sharpening steel
Know I stay on a grind
No ho I'm no regular don
Bitches sharing dick
Pass the bouton
Gotta main bitch I can't f*ck wit u hoes
Burberry slides and she rockin white toes
I done came up off diggies and O's
New flows man that bitin is old
Closet door all you gone do is fold
Stick to the script
Man I live by the code
Pay that lil ho like I'm payin a toll
Christmas story got her lickin the pole
The dreams is free
The hustle is seperate
I see a leech
Then I gotta dead it
I need them chips
Like I came with a debit
You livin off crumbs
Ya paper is shredded
Washed the mud off
Now I shine with a squeak
All that talk Jewish
You know that it's cheap
You gotta Practice everything you preach
I gotta see how u movin your feet
Whoa

Burberry prints
Member we would penny pinch
Whoa
Expecting yards
You ain't never give an inch
Whoa
I chef up a Benz
Slap that bitch with heavy tint
Had to get a better glimpse
Now I been heavy ever since
Whoa
Burberry prints
Member we would penny pinch
Whoa
Expecting yards
You ain't never give an inch
Whoa
I chef up a Benz
Slap that bitch with heavy tint
Had to get a better glimpse
Now I been heavy ever since

Was serving jays while in some jays
I was tryna make a way
Bottom of the 9th
3 men on base
I'm tryna make a play
Grand slam to the fans stands
See the P up on my fitted
Hunnit grand jammed in rubber bands and
It's doin handstands when I flip it
Clean drip
I Got Febreeze wit it
Get ya nose wiped
Glizzy gotta sneeze wit it
Deer in head lights
You be Freezing hard
You ain't the Man that you say you are
I'm a victim of a heavy heart
But I get numb from every scar
Mix gucci with the fear of god
While you still shoppin at Ross
Wait
I'm so rare like steak
I floss cause I used to starve
Bitch I'm extinct like a pterodactyl
Yea that's a fact like a cracked a Snapple
Lit when I spit you can hear the crackle
I got my foot on they Adam's apple
Ugh ugh ugh
I'm at your neck like a hicky
Body like a petabilt
I tell her let me whip it
Tell her don't just suck
You gotta swallow me
Red American cups
Cause I'm Prada me
FaceTime got them all watchin me
Cut break lines ain't no stoppin me
Whoa

Burberry prints
Member we would penny pinch
Whoa
Expecting yards
You ain't never give an inch
Whoa
I chef up a Benz
Slap that bitch with heavy tint
Had to get a better glimpse
Now I been heavy ever since
Whoa
Burberry prints
Member we would penny pinch
Whoa
Expecting yards
You ain't never give an inch
Whoa
I chef up a Benz
Slap that bitch with heavy tint
Had to get a better glimpse
Now I been heavy ever since
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa