Prada Lyrics – Skrilla

Read the full Prada lyrics by Skrilla from the album Z along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Skrilla like Religion and LANÇA.

[Chorus: Skrilla]
B!tch rocking Prada ’cause I’m really proud of that b!tch
I keep a Draco when I’m in the whip
Whip got shot up, bulletproof on the whip
B!tch, them diamonds look funny, them s*its don’t look it
B!tch, I pull up so clean and I’m fresh ’cause I’m it
Rocking Margiela when I go to Ritz
Heard he with guala, put money on head
B!tch, I had got him whacked before he went to bed, damn

[Post-Chorus: Skrilla]
Draco binary, the drip when I walk in the crib, I tote FN&N

Choppers on choppers on choppers, I stuff in the couches, the cushion as hard as my head (Damn)
Hardheaded n!gga, they know that I’m with it, I pop out, might blow off a wig, boom
She seen me rocking designer, when she see me, she see the commas, wan’ eat me up
Hop in a Porsche Panamera 911, now tell that lil’ horsey to giddy-up

[Verse 1: Skrilla]
I off a Percocet, Xanax bar, four of lean, I don’t even know how the fu*k I’m up
Bank account commas on commas on commas on commas, the bank teller say I’m up
Rocking Margiela, rock Maison Margiela, I don’t think I ever could give it up, uh
Balling like Like Mike, uh, she just wan’ see what my night like, uh
Look what my neck ’bout, uh, VVS diamonds, my neck shout, huh
N!gga try walk down this corner, then he get into it, we do not play over here
I’m throwing Z’s up ’cause I’m from the land of the zombies, I run this s*it over here

[Bridge: Skrilla]
She thought I was emo ’til she saw me toting the Drac’ in the trench like in Rio (Rio)
Pop out with guapo, I feel like El Chapo, I’m blowing these racks, I got cheat codes (Cheat codes)
She thought I was emo ’til she saw me toting the Drac’ in the trench like in Rio (In Rio)
Pop out with guapo, I feel like El Chapo, I’m blowing these racks, I got cheat codes (Cheat codes)

[Chorus: Skrilla]
B!tch rocking Prada ’cause I’m really proud of that b!tch
I keep a Draco when I’m in the whip
Whip got shot up, bulletproof on the whip
B!tch, them diamonds look funny, them s*its don’t look it

B!tch, I pull up so clean and I’m fresh ’cause I’m it
Rocking Margiela when I go to Ritz
Heard he with guala, put money on head
B!tch, I had got him whacked before he went to bed, damn

[Post-Chorus: Skrilla]
Draco binary, the drip when I walk in the crib, I tote FN&N
Choppers on choppers on choppers, I stuff in the couches, the cushion as hard as my head (Damn)
Hardheaded n!gga, they know that I’m with it, I pop out, might blow off a wig, boom
She seen me rocking designer, when she see me, she see the commas, wan’ eat me up
Hop in a Porsche Panamera 911, now tell that lil’ horsey to giddy-up

[Verse 2: ffawty]
Lil’ boy raising a b!tch, ho, we send out the blitzy, it’s not a millennium
Bad b!tch smoking on helium, wow, him outselling, (??)

[2:24], wow
V12, I don’t wanna see 12, so this car might cost me a million, wow
Bad b!tch come in from Finland, wow, man, this second amendment, how?
(??)

[2:33], new planet, I vanish, when I’m back, I’ll let you know
I just (??) from (??), OxyContin have me falling
Break this, break down like granola
7.62s make a boy wow, wow, wow
So can’t tell if they tripping or not
In my pocket, they holding a knot
Ain’t no sucking, they fu*king a lot
Said she wanna take (??)
See, the new dude killing the block
See, (??)
I don’t do such and such, send that boy to the dust
If you want, b!tch, come talk to my Glock, wow, wow

[Chorus: Skrilla]
B!tch rocking Prada ’cause I’m really proud of that b!tch
I keep a Draco when I’m in the whip
Whip got shot up, bulletproof on the whip
B!tch, them diamonds look funny, them s*its don’t look it
B!tch, I pull up so clean and I’m fresh ’cause I’m it
Rocking Margiela when I go to Ritz
Heard he with guala, put money on head
B!tch, I had got him whacked before he went to bed, damn

[Post-Chorus: Skrilla]
Draco binary, the drip when I walk in the crib, I tote FN&N
Choppers on choppers on choppers, I stuff in the couches, the cushion as hard as my head (Damn)
Hardheaded n!gga, they know that I’m with it, I pop out, might blow off a wig, boom
She seen me rocking designer, when she see me, she see the commas, wan’ eat me up
Hop in a Porsche Panamera 911, now tell that lil’ horsey to giddy-up