Prada G - Targeting You

I got diamonds on my teeth I can't be talking with you
I spent thousands on my feet I can't be walking with you
If you pull up on the dogs they gon be barking at you
And he gon let that lighter flick and then we sparking at you
If you ever try to cross me then I'm targeting you
And all my homies play my music ain't no marketed views
And when we pull up to the club the valet parking the coup
I had security take me out cuz they was starting to shoot
Keep a big ol' bag
Never fucking sad
I never miss my dad
Cuz that's something I never had
So I go back to my fucking past reminisce on that shit
Always getting fucking mad
So I had to go
Get up off my muthafuckin ass
And tell everybody to come kiss that shit (Ah)
Keep a shooter and he never ever miss (Ah)
I just got like twenty diamonds on my wrist (Ah)
And the pussy pink like Stella Rosa
Let me beat it in a rover
I was riding with the strap and then the police pulled me over
So I put it in her purse and that bitch didn't even notice
So I made that girl my down bitch I knew that bitch was the coldest
Getting bread like twenty-five seasons
I had like ninety-nine reasons
That shit kickstarted my thinking
In the cut surrounded by demons
I'm addicted to money I'm geeking
If I can't get it I'm tweaking
I'm running it up like Wheezy
I'm running it up while I'm sleeping
They say Jose a smoker
He smiling like the Joker
My music way to vulgar
It's not for culture vultures
And I keep a straight face like I'm playing poker
And never show your face cuz the game is over

Written by:
Noah Barrow

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