BlueBucksClan - Last minute lyrics

Prada store, I go crazy like I’m mad in it I could have a lot of b*tches pull up at the last minute Hangin’ with them lame a*s ni**as, I can’t bear with it I stole four grams in my wood, I don’t tear s**t Top of the mountain, big cappin’, feel the air hit Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks Everywhere I go, b*tches askin’ who I’m there with What you mean who I’m with? B***h, you too nosey Runnin’ ’round the lobby like my brother, first name Cody F**k it, runnin’ ’round the lobby like Mr. Moseby Made another Oakland, n***a, I don’t even wear Oakleys Ridin’ ’round with a ski mask like my name Stokeley ni**as tryna get in the gang, but you can’t cost me Ridin’ ’round on some bad grades like I didn’t study Gotta die alone with regardless, I don’t need buddies ni**as used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy Closin’ curtains in the double R, it got too sunny Let these lil’ ni**as know what’s up like I’m Bugs Bunny ‘Lotta blues, and I’m still countin’, this that blood money Told her if she love me, gotta su*k it ’til her nose runny Dropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I’m so clumsy Said them VVS’s, but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy? Twelve-hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody I been out cheatin’ all day, hey, I’m home, honey Yeah, she kinda bad, but I told her, “Its’ the throat for me.” NIA with Yachty, yeah, I told him, “Bring a boat for me” Got a lot of gas, make a bad b***h roll for me Thirty-two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me Real stepper, I got corns on my top After tryin’ to be faithful, I got bored with these ho’s I ain’t gotta break the deal with these ho’s I won’t let her spend a night, how you live with that ho? I ain’t gotta shut the deal to these ho’s [?] she came in Everybody love me, they love me like Ramond Talked like a Shaman Cartier, it’s not a Ray-Ban’s, b***h Claimin’ that they real, but they whole body fake (It’s Fake) Walk up to the thickest b*tches, let me be your pradabae (Your pradabae) You can f**k, you can su*k, I can’t take you on no date (Take you on no date) All my b*tches mad about my other ho’s, I need a break (I need a break) Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, I went Bape (I went Bape) ni**as clout chasin’ pillow talk to ho’s, that s**t gay (That s**t gay) YSL, they gon’ ’em walk through the back, better not play (Better not play) I’m a product, they keep yellin’, “Welcome back!” Like I’m mace