(Huh)
(Oh, prada)
(Why you stuck for the toxicness and all the drama?)
(Yeah, I know our love's dissected into commas)
(But shit takes time, so lets stack this pape for the larger)
Oh, prada
Why you stuck for the toxicness and all the drama?
Yeah, I know our love's dissected into commas
But shit takes time, so lets stack this pape for the larger
And I rock you on my sleeve like my designer
And I know these niggas fanned out yeah, life gets harder
And I know these niggas faked out for the clout, thats nada
But, if being in love with you is wrong
Then i'm a fucking a martyr
You shot me with love girl
You can call me the fuckin' carter (Carter)
And I know that you sick of the love
And I know that you sick of these niggas that try to flex these bands
These fake figures
These fake rappers, these fake singers
All the hoes, the two way teasers
Nigga swear that he posted up with all that swiss
Me and my gang we'll cheese 'em
I might pop me a 10 to ease it
See you breakin my heart, that's easy
I might show my forgiveness but, I don't forget you
I tell it to ya, like i'm Jeezy
All these hoes stuck in my head
But, they can never appease me
I'm slangin' that dope bitch, watch them feds
Say a word i'll cook you, you'll get greasy
Oh, prada
Why you stuck for the toxicness and all the drama?
Yeah, I know our love's dissected into commas
But shit takes time, so lets stack this pape for the larger
And I rock you on my sleeve like my designer
And I know these niggas fanned out yeah, life gets harder
And I know these niggas faked out for the clout, thats nada
But, if being in love with you is wrong
Then i'm a fucking a martyr
You shot me with love girl
You can call me the fuckin' carter (Carter, huh, bleh-bleh)