Sweater Weather

Lyrics: Pradabagshawty Music: Pradabagshawty (Y'all niggas don't know about Zay) (Blat) (Yeah) (Slime) (Yo, RL) Money gang, bitch I ain't goin' for nun (Gang) 'Fore I get locked, I'll go on a run Nigga ah better call 10-4 3-9 deuce snatch out, eat 'em up Crank this shit up with no keypad, yeah Backdoor that boy, bitch I need that, yeah (Yeah) These niggas hoes, I can see that, yeah (What) Off-White sweater, the real 1, tenya That boy is a dub, I can smell one, brrt (Yo) Drac' hit that boy, he a dead one (Brrt) Damn, foulin’ the plug, I say “And 1” (Gang) Hunnid round-hunnid round on me, a big gun (Gun) Huh, chopping shit up like a restaurant, uh (Chop) I go to court, I don't say nun (Nun) He get to court, get to singin' like Akon Hunnid round, sit in the Sprayground (Brrt) Get a new fire, I told that ho "Lay down" Come here lil' baby, just lay down (Lay down) Sixth grade, young nigga used to go Ecko I'm doin' good, it's BAPE now (Yeah) Remember them days, I was slidin' with 4nicc Young nigga slidin' with Drac' now (Brrt) "Brrt" on the back of the motherfvckin' 40 Yung brew, hop out tryna spray some Yeah, the boy is plate, I'll eat him like breakfast (Yeah) Gay ah nigga, he walk down zesty (Tenya) Shooter on point, never catch him flexin' (Yeah) Everything K, give a **** what you reppin' (Tenya) I don't rock Balmain, know it's Giuseppe (Woah) Palm Angel drip, bitch I feel special (Yeah) Bought the whole bag, she call me daddy (Yeah) Stick talk, stick talk, my Glock chatty (Yeah) 43x, hop out, get nasty Head tap him for all that cappin' (Yeah) 50-round drum, I still shoot accurate (Drum) I got a redbone, she so aggy (Yeah) Slim lil' shit, my ho not plastic (What) I just smacked her with some passion Black Gen 5, it match my fashion Prada 5 hop out, shit get tragic (Hop out) Money gang, bitch I ain't goin' for nun (Goin' for nun) 'Fore I get locked, I'll go on a run (Go on a run) Nigga ah better call 10-4 (10-4) 39 deuce snatch up, eat 'em up (Eat 'em up) Crank this shit up with no keypad, yeah (Yeah) Backdoor that boy, bitch I need that, yeah (Yeah) These niggas hoes, I can see that, yeah (What) Off-White sweater, the real 1, tenya (Tenya) That boy is a dub, I can smell one, brrt (What) Drac' hit that boy, he a dead one (Brrt, drop) Damn, foulin’ the plug, I say “And 1” (Gang) Hunnid round-hunnid round on me, a big gun (Gang shit) Huh, chopping shit up like a restaurant, uh I go to court, I don't say nun (What) He get to court, get to singin' like Akon Hunnid round sit in the Sprayground (Brrt, bow) Get a new fire, I told that ho "Lay down" Come here lil' baby, just lay down (Come here, just lay down) Sixth grade, young nigga used to go Ecko I'm doin' good, it's BAPE now (What) Remember them days, I was slidin' (Yeah) with 4nicc (Yeah) Young nigga slidin' with Drac' now (Drac) "Brrt" on the back of the motherfvckin' 40 On brew, hop out tryna spray some (Brrt, come here)