Gunna – Prada Dem Lyrics

Gunna Prada Dem Lyrics (feat. Offset)

I got the swag, proud of them
Shawty havin’ drip, proud of them (Proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (Out of here)
2024, our year (Our year)
Call paramedics, I’m killin’ ’em (Killin’ ’em)
Steppin’ on they necks, I’m really him (I’m really him)
Louis leather vest, n**** trim (A n**** trim)
Running up a check, stackin’ ’em (Stackin’ ’em)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, hold on

I crop the top, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Put it in they face, Benihana (Benihana)
Fly to Abu Dhabi, spend a hunna (Spend a hunna)
Shit like potty, I ain’t goin’ under (I ain’t goin’ under)
Protected by sticks, I feel better (Feel better)
I see these boys got a vendetta (Vendetta)
Better cuff your b****, I’m gettin’ at her
You ain’t saying Wunna could’ve penned better (Nah)
I’m smokin’ on the ‘scot, Coretta
Pop a Percocet, help it feel better
I set the trend, I’m a trendsetter (Yeah)
Hand out a rack, still gettin’ cheddar (Gettin’ cheddar)
Audemar wrist, timeless (Timeless)
Certified factory diamonds (Factory diamonds)
None of you n****s goin’ Diamond (Diamond)
Prince, they call me “Your highness” (Highness)
Flip a n**** b****, she tag team, shit
I’m passin’ that hoe, Matt Ryan (Ryan)
Cook up a hit like I’m whippin’ a brick
I whip in that shit like a Cayenne (Whip it up)

I got the swag, proud of them
Shawty havin’ drip, proud of them (Proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (Out of here)
2024, our year (Our year)
Call paramedics, I’m killin’ ’em (Killin’ ’em)
Steppin’ on they necks, I’m really him (I’m really him)
Louis leather vest, n**** trim (A n**** trim)
Running up a check, stackin’ ’em (Stackin’ ’em)
Yeah, yeah (Hey, yeah), yeah, hold on

Turning up your b****, Cinderella (Cinderella)
2024, Margiela (Kobe year)
Money in the wall, cartellin’ (Cartellin’)
Mansion in the hills, mall in it (Mall)
Cold in a Saint Laurent chinchilla (Ooh)
Million when I walk, I can spend bigger (Spend bigger)
Looked her in her eyes, see the sin in her (Sinner)
Fuck it baby, gon’ bring your friend with her (Come on)
Young rich bastard, I got ten figures (Ten figures)
Run a n**** pockets, I ain’t friends with him (Uh-uh)
Ten years in and I’m still winnin’ (Still winnin’)
Pillow talk to b****es, ’cause you been tender (Been tender)
Poured in the dot, we in Skyami (‘Yami)
Look at the clock, gold like a Grammy (Gold)
Whip out the lot, know they can’t stand me (Yeah)
Kids at the house, hundred to a nanny (Hunna)
Stood on my ten, ain’t nobody behind (Hey)
I don’t see the cap, I go Ray Charles, blind (Ray)
I went Ferrari and took out the spine (What)
M-O-M, millions on mind (Hey)

I got the swag, proud of them
Shawty havin’ drip, proud of them (Proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (Out of here)
2024, our year (Our year)
Call paramedics, I’m killin’ ’em (Killin’ ’em)
Steppin’ on they necks, I’m really him (I’m really him)
Louis leather vest, n**** trim (A n**** trim)
Running up a check, stackin’ ’em (Stackin’ ’em)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah, hold on

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Gunna, Offset, Aviator Keyyz
  • Album: Prada Dem
  • Released: 2024