Prada Curse - No Standards Lyrics

Run fast to the gas pack
From the back back
Can't fuck with y'all hoes no snapchat
Came back from the same clique nigga add that
Yeah we ain't had none lil' boy that's big facts
Plus I do this shit all for my momma
Wanna buy her that Louis and Prada
If you want the smoke you can come find us
But my niggas they bite like piranhas
Ball out no forth Quarter like I'm Kobe
Told my side plug pass that OG
In three grams I mean three OZs
Murked that boy in the face, got nosebleeds
2020 Vision bitch umma face it
Shot so clear might need me some Lasik
Bad lil hoe but I know that she basic
Breakin' her back and I know that she's shakin'
Plottin' and watching they hearing my sound
Beat up the pussy you know umma pound
Tears on her face know my ex she goin drown
Funny how they wanna come around
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machetes
My niggas bussin' and pull up in chevies
When I was rock bottom nobody goin' help me
She gave me neck, her name was Chelsea
So I ran up, he put his hands up
Oh you a fan huh
You done lost your muthafuckin' mind like you got dandruff
My girls a dancer cause life's a test with no right answers
Run up to the free throw and I hit it got no standards
Climbin' to the top, vertical, that's the way to go
No I ain't a pope but I pray, everyday lil hoe
I've been watching, learning, searching everywhere for answers
Run up to the free-throw and I hit it got no standards
Used be juggin' on the block boutta bus it
Chop out a .50 I hit a concussion
Got the 4' on my side and you know I ain't tussin
Ak in back of the car like a Russian
We from the south yeah you know how it go down
Floating on top and I hit him with 4 rounds
I Bust him over and got up with 4 pounds
I pop a perky and then it's goin slow down
I ain't do talkin' I ain't with that fuck shit
We brought up Berettas and wet up yo function
I pulled up on you and you making assumptions
I got a few hundreds and you know that I'm thumbin"
I get the guap and I count up the mula
My Brodie my life and they callin' him Kooda
Put a hit on your head and they call you medusa
You saying you got back but they really goin shoot us?
Broke out the box and I still got the trauma
Got shackles on me and I feel like Osama
That 4-5 goin snap back and hit up the mada
I'm used to the step backs cause that's how I grew up
My father was gone my mother was working
In the back of my mind I knew shit wasn't perfect
But I was the answer that people were searching
So I stayed up awake and said fuck all that lurking
Run fast to the gas pack
From the back back
Can't fuck with y'all hoes no snapchat
Came back from the same clique nigga add that
Yeah we ain't had none lil' boy that's big facts
Plus I do this shit all for my momma
Wanna buy her that Louis and Prada
If you want the smoke you can come find us
But my niggas they bite like piranhas

Run fast to the gas pack
From the back back
Can't fuck with y'all hoes no snapchat
Came back from the same clique nigga add that
Yeah we ain't had none lil' boy that's big facts
Plus I do this shit all for my momma
Wanna buy her that Louis and Prada
If you want the smoke you can come find us
But my niggas they bite like piranhas
Ball out no forth Quarter like I'm Kobe
Told my side plug pass that OG
In three grams I mean three OZs
Murked that boy in the face, got nosebleeds
2020 Vision bitch umma face it
Shot so clear might need me some Lasik
Bad lil hoe but I know that she basic
Breakin' her back and I know that she's shakin'
Plottin' and watching they hearing my sound
Beat up the pussy you know umma pound
Tears on her face know my ex she goin drown
Funny how they wanna come around
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machetes
My niggas bussin' and pull up in chevies
When I was rock bottom nobody goin' help me
She gave me neck, her name was Chelsea
So I ran up, he put his hands up
Oh you a fan huh
You done lost your muthafuckin' mind like you got dandruff
My girls a dancer cause life's a test with no right answers
Run up to the free throw and I hit it got no standards
Climbin' to the top, vertical, that's the way to go
No I ain't a pope but I pray, everyday lil hoe
I've been watching, learning, searching everywhere for answers
Run up to the free-throw and I hit it got no standards
Used be juggin' on the block boutta bus it
Chop out a .50 I hit a concussion
Got the 4' on my side and you know I ain't tussin
Ak in back of the car like a Russian
We from the south yeah you know how it go down
Floating on top and I hit him with 4 rounds
I Bust him over and got up with 4 pounds
I pop a perky and then it's goin slow down
I ain't do talkin' I ain't with that fuck shit
We brought up Berettas and wet up yo function
I pulled up on you and you making assumptions
I got a few hundreds and you know that I'm thumbin"
I get the guap and I count up the mula
My Brodie my life and they callin' him Kooda
Put a hit on your head and they call you medusa
You saying you got back but they really goin shoot us?
Broke out the box and I still got the trauma
Got shackles on me and I feel like Osama
That 4-5 goin snap back and hit up the mada
I'm used to the step backs cause that's how I grew up
My father was gone my mother was working
In the back of my mind I knew shit wasn't perfect
But I was the answer that people were searching
So I stayed up awake and said fuck all that lurking
Run fast to the gas pack
From the back back
Can't fuck with y'all hoes no snapchat
Came back from the same clique nigga add that
Yeah we ain't had none lil' boy that's big facts
Plus I do this shit all for my momma
Wanna buy her that Louis and Prada
If you want the smoke you can come find us
But my niggas they bite like piranhas