歌词
Walkin' stylish, puttin' on Prada
Don't got a stylist, yeah, racks in my hand
You said, can't trust what you said
I know **** fake
They switch up like everyday, they switch up like everyday
I see that you talk 'bout my face, yeah
I see them jewels, but that's fake, huh
I see them jewels, but that's fake, oh, yeah
I-I-I had to go through some shit (some shit, pew)
Damn, my boy turned on me quick
I got this 30 equipped (Equipped, pew)
They caught me lackin', I slip
Put my chain on and it shines like a disk
If they pull me over, they're not findin' shit
Got Givenchy and Maison on me, fire kicks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Ayy, walkin' stylish, puttin' on Prada, uh
Don't got a stylist, yeah, racks in my hand
You said, can't trust what you said
I know **** fake
They switch up like everyday, they switch up like everyday
Written by: Maitreya D. Williams
