[Chorus] Prada bags in the Caddy (Yeah, Hello), I'll take care of you Big bands, they keep adding (Hey) Choppas, I'll Mariah Carey 'em (Hey) Better plan his memorial Send his ass to the Holy Ghost Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus] Brody got shot on the block (Oh) Bedside date with the opps, huh He tryna cuff on a thot, no She tryna fuck on the squad Better plan his memorial Send his ass to the Holy Ghost Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)
[Verse] She wanna fan me with the drugs (Fan me) Fuck off a perc, she start a family with thе drugs (Family) You gon get murked, you tried to play mе or my girl (Grrah, brrah) Bro on the shirt, he tried to play me and my thugs (Grrah, grrah) Fiends at the door, I remember seeing fiends at the door Nigga runnin', got the beam, see the Lord In the dream sippin' lean, I'ma soar R.I.P., gotta breathe for the boy Love letters, man, I really hope she do Bad bitch, light skin attitude Do anything in the world for you (You) Hoes like me 'cause I'm too smooth Match your speed 'cause you're too slow Evolve like a Mewtwo This shit too simple I get racks like Wimbledon Nigga talkin' shit, put a rack up on his head, now he's gone Oh-oh-oo
[Chorus] Prada bags in the Caddy (Yeah), I'll take care of you Big bands, they keep adding (Hey) Choppas, I'll Mariah Carey 'em (Hey) Better plan his memorial Send his ass to the Holy Ghost Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus] Brody got shot on the block (Oh) Bedside date with the opps, huh He tryna cuff on a thot, no She tryna fuck on the squad Better plan his memorial Send his ass to the Holy Ghost Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
