[Intro]
(Cough, cough)
(Woo, damn)
Woah
[Chorus]
Mm, yaya
Walk in step, it's Prada
Talking to me, why you stunting? Bitch, you getting nada
Mm, yaya
Yeah, I heard you, yaya
We ain't speaking buddy, I ain't nothing for your [?]
[Verse 1]
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah"
All I'm hearing now
Yeah, she feeling on me 'cause she liking the material
Ricky, Owens, walking in, Zinoman
[?] out my fingers at my opp, but they don't notice
Uh, and I'm walking like the POTUS
But I'm out in Canada, it snow a lot, but you know I can blow this
[?]
Try to take a photo of this, shit's all [?], it's out of focus
[Bridge]
Uh, And I'll teach you how to focus
First you look and notice, that I'm the finest [?]
And all your rhymes is bogus
And you could do much better
'Cause your girl ain't getting wetter, or your boy ain't getting [?]
[Verse 2]
And [?] when I'm flowing on this shit
And you might [?] 'cause I'm not really saying shit
It's all my swag and being based that's knocking sand up in your face
And then pretend to catch a case, 'cause all your enemies is fake and shit like
[Chorus]
Mm, yaya
Walk in step, it's Prada
Talking to me, why you stunting? Bitch, you getting nada
Uh, yaya
Yeah, I heard you, yaya
We ain't speaking buddy, I ain't nothing for your [?]
[Outro]
Woo, and I made it out the shark tank
Step outside the door, the definition of that big bank
Aha, and I made it out the shark tank
Step outside the door, the definition of that big bank, Woo
(Fuck you, bitch)