Prada G's (feat. Method Baba & J Retro)

No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what? No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what? No one in your corner ever spent a big bag like us Walk in with the B.B. tag on us Used to rag on us, contact high, don't smoke, but you still smell the pack on us Getcha rack on up Hit it from the back like she lost sumn, fuck her whole backbone up Hella tax on us My niggas can't hear if these lil niggas ain't speaking facts on us 1K on Vetements, my guilty habit Colors in my bracelet, jumpin', they carats Mimic the drip, all these fuck niggas parrots Niggas be timid, they dip when they hear us Bitches be on me, they drip when they near us Complaining and talking bout' how I'm so careless Fuck out my face with that crying and tear-up Most of these bitches be lying, but near us No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what? No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what? I'm with the gang, bitch we kickin' shit Cookie start wreakin' quick, stuffin' the wood, almost ripped the shit We blow a bag of them dividends, don't give a fuck, now niggas know what the difference is 'Preme on my nigga, I'm deadass supreme I am a king Make ya bitch clap, tambourine Open her mouth, like she screamed Benzo gone slide with machines Niggas is not human beings, niggas too flee Boutta invest in some wings, Mike Amiri be the jeans Don't do McQueens, smokin' on purp, sippin' lean Fuck do you mean? I was just down, now I'm up They hear the sound now we up They don't want problems with us You cannot clown one of us Smell like a pound when I'm skut Lay yo bitch down, make her suck You niggas suck, my vision is clear, see the funds Lotta big bread, ain't no crumbs, now it ain't shit to get buns So what's really happenin'? Splash and I drip like the ocean Fuck up yo shit, grab a potion Gas hella potent Cozuh slide causing commotion Virch will hurt you any moment No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what? No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what? Getcha bitch man, she stay tryna scoop me Rock the Gucci, I ain't wearing no Louie In my phone, man she steady texting With these bands I'ma keep on flexing I'm not your man, and she steady stressin' She gimme head, one hell of a blessing With Method Boyz and we need all the extras Pockets sumo, but I'm not a wrestler J Retro a professional flexer Cop the Tesla cause I love the texture Throw up C's, lemme know if it's pressure She on her knees, man that was her profession Caption Jack, how I look for the treasure Fucked ya bitch and I did it with pleasure Too much money man I had to go measure Send Baba, man them bullets come test ya This is a press?, when they hear, make amends See Retro, she come out her dress Need Raid cause these bitches be pest I heard you rap, but I'm not impressed Got a glock from the armrest He had a heart, now he heartless Up the glock, watch his arms stretch How he ran?, like a dog fetch No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what? No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?