Prada You

Permanent marker on my heart, girl you careless

And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary

And I got caught with 4, 5 hoes I'm so embarrassed

I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage

Know this loyal in my heart, whatever that is

Came a long way from a mirage rock embellished

I know some niggas that don't take care of their kids, they don't call them daddy

And that's a deadbeat, gotta try and get caught up with the receipts

Let's get married, get a couple M's and I'm ready

Get you Chanel sneaks and Chanel bag, color cherry

And I ain't nothing like them other niggas so don't compare me

Actuality, they treated me unfairly

You put your friends in a business

You know they dying for attention

Cus ain't no point than being their friend

L.O.V.E, do you love me?

R.E.S.P.E.C.T., don't say fuck me

Tryna L.I.V.E., do you trust me?

If I give your ass my heart, girl you lucky

And you better tell the world that you love me

That you love me

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

I don't talk about the weak shit I don't touch

Tell your ho I'm not your throw back when I'm bustin'

You told your friends inside your group chat we was fuckin;

I heard you told your friends I treat you like you nothing

I'm a gangsta but I'm on when you suck it

When we fuckin I fuck long, no rush

Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing

When you mad, you said gon on and fuck her

I didn't bought you Gucci, Louie and Prada too

I didn't bought you a Prada bag til I'm "Prada you"

Play with my bitch its badabing, then badaboom

I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon

Get that Lambo truck that color Nipsey blue

And you be feeling like the man in an empty room

I ain't gotta force you for the pussy