"Prada Tune" lyrics

Uh, broke my heart so I went to the bank
I've been living crooked so I really love straights
And my label want me to move back to LA
She say, "Lucki, I'm proud of you," my bitch like, "Nigga, don't even say thanks"

I don't even let a bitch post in my whip, flew her to the 'Raq, she said, "Y'all look crazy" (Plugg)
She said, "Lucki, it's two of you, it's Lucki when you sober and it's Lucki off the drank"
Foenem eating Benihana truck all week, waiting for a rapper, trying to snatch his chain
She said, "Lucki, I'm tired of you, why every song you've been saying my name?"
"Why your fans keep tagging in pics? You drive for that shit and it drive me insane"
She said, "Lucki, I'm proud of you," she gon' screenshot the shit if I just say thanks
My lil' brother brought your ho on a chase, shorty used to hoop in this shit, he was ranked
She say, "It's too early for yercs, how you getting high, nigga? You ain't even ate" (Fuck)
Fucking all the hoes all through Prairie Shores, low-end bitch want Steak 48
She get attitude 'cause I'm not a high speed, she just wanna show Instagram her plate
Bought her Cartiers, now she think she from the D, fuck a Corvette, leave that shit up in the A
Her friend thought my brother was a trick 'cause of me, Mexiko will pimp a bitch like he from the bay
She said, "Lucki, I lied to you," but, bitch, I do it too, so that shit okay

Uh, broke my heart so I went to the bank
I've been living crooked so I really like straights
And my label want me to move back to LA
She said, "Lucki, I'm proud of you," uh, uh
She said, "Lucki, I'm proud of you," ayy, uh, uh, uh
Broke my heart so I went to the bank
I've been living crooked so I really like straights
My label want me to move back to LA
She said, "Lucki, I'm proud of you," ayy, uh
She said, "Lucki, I lied to you," uh, uh
She said, "Lucki, I'm," uh, uh, uh, uh
She said, "Lucki, I'm proud of you", uh, uh, uh
My bitch said, "Don't even say thanks"
She said, "Lucki, I'm proud of you," ayy, ooh, ayy