[Chorus]

Oh, what's on my feet? Oh, that's Prada (Uh)

You don't got shit to be proud of

I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)

That bitch tryna take off her bottom

I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em

It's pretty obvious why you is not him

That nigga only get high off of blinker

The way that she give up the brain, mathematical thinker

I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker

That boy a fiend, tried to fuck her the second he linked her

You wanted smoke? We can link up

I need a book, all the crazy ass shit that I think of

I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh

I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go

[Verse 1]

I'm in LA with lil' Wesley

I'm finna fuck on that ho, and he takin' her bestie

I wanna play with a Bessie

Just took a test up in school, nigga, please do not test me

My brother die, they gon' have to arrest me

'Cause I'ma kill every nigga that try to correct me

Your bitch on me, she caress me

I'm on that top floor, kickin' shit like I'm Jessie

(One, two, hm)

(One, two, three)

[Verse 2]

Can't fuck with these niggas, I can't

I carry these niggas, I'm holdin' the weight

She wanna fuck it, I told her to wait

Bitch, I got kids I don't know, like I'm Drake

Drac' puttin' a nigga away

Drank all in my cup, Minute Maid, 'cause

Sippin' that Wock', I'ma steer off

All of this shit that I know could knock niggas' career off

Your diamonds really appear off

I'm smokin' gas, nigga, I ain't drinkin' no Smirnoff

Hold up, let me turn the beat off

Feel like my niggas, they shootin' for three, that's a bucket

You can look at my chain, but don't touch it

Just like a buzzer beater, bro, this shit get to clutchin'

All of my pieces be punchin', of course

I said, "Fuck a college, ain't takin' a course"

Only class I really needed was coarse

And my occupation been makin' more money than yours

I know I'm makin' way more than my teachers, but I go to school just to say that I did it

Every time that they call me a one hit wonder, I tell them, "I'm rich, you fucking idiot"

(Brrt, oh)

[Chorus]

You better take off that Prada (Uh)

'Cause you don't got shit to be proud of

I'm at the top, you stuck at the bottom (Uh)

That bitch tryna take off her bottom

I rocked some boots in LA and forgot 'em

It's pretty obvious why you is not him

That nigga only get high off of blinker

The way that she give up brain, mathematical thinker

I'm ringin' bells like I'm Tinker

That boy a fiend, tried to fuck her the second he linked her

You wanted smoke? We can link up

I need a book, all the crazy ass shit that I think of

I'm in the back of the back that I breach, uh

I'm in the back of the, uh, let's go