New Prada - Christ Dillinger, Lil Darkie

I woke up in the morning bitch I got me some new Prada

I don’t got no job so I do what I wanna

Bitch I’mm on the block servin' dope cause it’s fun (fun)

All my friends trap, got face tats, and guns

I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (some what?)

These niggas steady hatin' man

These niggas baby fathers (bitch)

I don’t got no kids so my pockets they on fat (fat)

Y’all niggas so lame man I swear y’all niggas whack (whack)

If that mans yo nigga why he stabbed you in the back?

Why you got so many followers but yo music whack?

(damn)

I pull up on yo block

Niggas know me in the trap (trap)

Bitches screamin Christ Dillinger

That is where it’s at (where it’s at)

Hoodrich gothboy shit

If you catch me wit that mac (that mac)

I’ma blow you off the map (that map)

Put a nigga on his back (his back)

I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (uhuh)

Gothboy shit

Bitch I’m smokin marijuana (mhm)

I do not fuck with bitches who got problems with they fathers (nope)

I only fuck with bitches who got money like obama

I’m shooting kids up in this bitch like she’s a fuckin school (im sorry)

Im dancin with some bitches

Man I feel just like Jah Rule (mhm)

You niggas buying likes

Man you think that makes you cool?

Bitch I’m gettin money

You can’t measure that shit, ouh

Woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (damn)

Woke up in the morning then I fucked yo baby momma

Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)

Yes, yes (yeah, yeah)

Yes I woke up in the morning already got on my Prada

Bitch I hopped up out the crib and I’m spittin like im a llama

I be tomahawkin niggas he singin like he was Lana

The fauna be smokin flora need more of it like the commas

Hot like sauna (uh)

Good morning my nigga where is your Prada?

I dont have an occupation besides fuckin' on yo daughter

Pussy slaughter

All my niggas be inking and toting weapons

Pussy nigga want my Remington, Colt, or the Smith & Wesson

Teach a lesson like a teacher or tutor, I’m always testin'

In the bleachers with my shooters we booted up never restin'

Impressing to those who matter, offending to all my haters

Walk the fuck up out the venue you pussies I’ll see you later

I dont speak on firearm, mama raised a debater

But if you dont wanna talk then my pistol is not a waiter

If that bitch got a dick then nigga it cool to fade her

I be riding on my bike to the store like a nigga Slater

He look red in his face, that human is a tomater

Cuz im speaking to his thot and she hot like a fried potater

I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada

I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada

I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada

I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada (Prada)

(Yes I woke up in the morning and I got me some new Prada, huh)

(Spider Gang shit)