PradaCurse - trilogy lyrics

Wake up, F1lthy prada, you made that?

Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and
Speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch
I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive
Make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah

Thick bitch by my side, name Jenny
Left side phone
Bout to hit her with the caddy
Shooting back to back like
A motherfuckin' trilogy
Grrah, it's a headshot
Fuck her for the bag, make your legs rock
Keep a thirty on me, I keep all the shots
You is my son, boy, just shit down
Hit 'em with the top of
Dope with like two rounds
Put the K on his head, now he up now
Beat for the back til'
The muh'fuckin' sundown
Double up the clip
50 on me so you know I'm legit
Gang, gang, we over here with the clip
I'm born on F, so they call me a jit
45 roll 'em up on the spliff
Shorty can feel my side, had to
Put inside, you know I'm Prada, Huh?
I get the guap and stack on the daily, yeah
You already know I did it first
Shout out my brother Santana
I gotta her, pour a four up in the fanta
Run up on that boy
Came two shots on his head
Now that boy dead now

Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and
Speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch
I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive
Make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah

Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and
Speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch
I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive
Make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah

Oh, we sent him up to the (Sky)
We laughing at you cause you not the (Guy)
We sent him up and tell him "Goodbye" (Bye)
She eat me up like a Taco
Tweaking the diamonds, they look like a lego
Look at me in one eye like a cyclone
She at the crib
She need something to bite on
We shooting movies, I'm feeling like Tygo
Put me up to the (Ah)
Put me up to the shoes like a Hyro
Just like lil Faygo
Make her hit the high note (Ah)

Pull up to that boy
We gon' hit him with that fire (Grrah)
Now we gon' stunt now
Run it back with that 4 when
I hit them with the fire
Lil boy, thats facts, no cap
Whippin' the pot
You know it's off when I saw 'em
One three on my back, lil bitch
I feel like I'm harden
I ain't callin' the shit's
But you know that I'm ballin'
Keep twin uzi's like my name Autumn

Tell her-tell her I'm hot like this
Look at the way I flip my wrist
Major, no cappin' I made this shit happend
I'm blowin' her back in and
Speak it in action
No fucks about the traction
That ain't what we talkin' bout
Gold on my teeth and my chain, bitch
I'm rocking out
Stick by my side, might just pull up drive
Make you sing like the muh'fuckin' Oprah

Okay, thank you, What is you saying?