Prada My Shoelaces lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, ayy (Boh, boh, damn)
Hahaha, b*tch, uh (Damn)
Look, uh

[Chorus]
Prada my shoelaces, I came out the basement (Came out the basement)
Ayy, I won’t call a b*tch unless she got my baby
Ayy, the thug got jump out with him, wherever I point, they get em, uh
I put switch on the back of the Glock, I ain't even gotta aim, just hit him
b*tch, I’m Tupac in the flesh, but if he had a .50 (Uh-huh)
n*ggas wanna beef like The Game and 50, tell 'em "Come get up with me" (Come get up with me)
And we ride hot cars back-to-back, don’t hesitate to get busy (Grrt, grrt)
And I bеt this .45 back 'em back, 'cause I know n*ggas wanna kill me (Uh)

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, b*tch, I’m likе a god in these streets, n*gga (Damn)
Uh, I’m like a motherf*ckin' God (Damn, damn)
b*tch, I’m like a god in these streets, n*gga (Uh, like a motherf*ckin')
Look, ayy

[Verse]
Whenever I smile, it look like glass, she love my fashion, though
I’m from the trenches, but my b*tch bad, I love me a classy ho (I love me a classy ho)
Uh, now we got Glocks, switches, used to hit n*ggas with calicoes (Damn)
Ain’t gotta diss 'em, really a problem, pull up, takin' his soul
I can’t say his name 'cause shh might day like any day (Like any day)
Talkin' on the 'net, but n*ggas don’t be where they say
I might take a picture, p*ssin' on yo' homie grave
n*gga, you don’t want this beef, you know sh*t ain’t safe (Damn)
Look, pull up hittin' domes, this .40 gon' break a bone (Damn, damn)
Please, don’t get caught tryna slide, 'cause we send n*ggas home (Damn, damn)
Look, b*tch, I never lack, we just increase the score
Look, reachin' for my chain, a hundred choppas blow (Damn)
[Chorus]
Uh, Prada my shoelaces, I came out the basement (Came out the basement)
Ayy, I won’t call a b*tch unless she got my baby
Ayy, the thug got jump out with him, wherever I point, they get em, uh
I put switch on the back of the Glock, I ain't even gotta aim, just hit him
b*tch, I’m Tupac in the flesh, but if he had a .50 (Uh-huh)
n*ggas wanna beef like The Game and 50, tell 'em "Come get up with me" (Come get up with me)
And we ride hot cars back-to-back, don’t hesitate to get busy (Grrt, grrt)
And I bet this .45 back 'em back, 'cause I know n*ggas wanna kill me (Uh)

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, b*tch, I’m like a god in these streets, n*gga (Damn)
Uh, I’m like a motherf*ckin' God (Damn, damn)
Ayy, b*tch, I’m like a god in these streets, n*gga (Uh-huh, like a motherf*ckin')
Look (Damn)