Prada You

DY Krazy Permanent mark on my heart, girl, you careless And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage No disloyal in my heart, whatever that is Came a long way from Amiris, rocking Ballys I know some niggas don't take care of they kids They don't call 'em daddy And that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats Let's get married, get a couple M's, then I'm ready Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry And I ain't nothing like them other niggas, so don't compare me Actuality, they treated me unfairly You put your friends in our business You know they dying for attention 'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend L-O-V-E, do you love me? R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky And you better tell the world that you love me That you love me, yeah Do you love me? Do you love me? Yeah And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it Tear your hole up and your throat back when I'm bustin' You told your friends inside your groupchat we was fuckin' I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin' When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing When you mad, you say go'n on and fuck I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue And you be feeling like the man in the empty room I don't gotta force you for the pussy