Prada G’s feat. Method Baba J Retro by Anthony 1999 Lyrics
[Hook: Method Baba]
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
[Verse 1: Anthony 1999]
No one in your corner ever spent a big bag like us
Walk in with the B.B. tag on us
Used to rag on us, contact high, don't smoke, but you still smell the pack on us
Getcha rack on up
Hit it from the back like she lost sumn, fuck her whole backbone up
Hella tax on us
My niggas can't hear if these lil niggas ain't speaking facts on us
1K on Vetements, my guilty habit
Colors in my bracelet, jumpin', they carats
Mimic the drip, all these fuck niggas parrots
Niggas be timid, they dip when they hear us
Bitches be on me, they drip when they near us
Complaining and talking bout' how I'm so careless
Fuck out my face with that crying and tear-up
Most of these bitches be lying, but near us
[Hook: Method Baba]
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
[Verse 2: Method Baba]
I'm with the gang, bitch we kickin' shit
Cookie start wreakin' quick, stuffin' the wood, almost ripped the shit
We blow a bag of them dividends, don't give a fuck, now niggas know what the difference is
'Preme on my nigga, I'm deadass supreme
I am a king
Make ya bitch clap, tambourine
Open her mouth, like she screamed
Benzo gone slide with machines
Niggas is not human beings, niggas too flee
Boutta invest in some wings, Mike Amiri be the jeans
Don't do McQueens, smokin' on purp, sippin' lean
Fuck do you mean?
I was just down, now I'm up
They hear the sound now we up
They don't want problems with us
You cannot clown one of us
Smell like a pound when I'm skut
Lay yo bitch down, make her suck
You niggas suck, my vision is clear, see the funds
Lotta big bread, ain't no crumbs, now it ain't shit to get buns
So what's really happenin'?
Splash and I drip like the ocean
Fuck up yo shit, grab a potion
Gas hella potent
Cozuh slide causing commotion
Virch will hurt you any moment
[Hook: Method Baba]
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
[Verse 3: J Retro]
Getcha bitch man, she stay tryna scoop me
Rock the Gucci, I ain't wearing no Louie
In my phone, man she steady texting
With these bands I'ma keep on flexing
I'm not your man, and she steady stressin'
She gimme head, one hell of a blessing
With Method Boyz and we need all the extras
Pockets sumo, but I'm not a wrestler
J Retro a professional flexer
Cop the Tesla cause I love the texture
Throw up C's, lemme know if it's pressure
She on her knees, man that was her profession
Caption Jack, how I look for the treasure
Fucked ya bitch and I did it with pleasure
Too much money man I had to go measure
Send Baba, man them bullets come test ya
This is a press?, when they hear, make amends
See Retro, she come out her dress
Need Raid cause these bitches be pest
I heard you rap, but I'm not impressed
Got a Glock from the armrest
He had a heart, now he heartless
Up the Glock, watch his arms stretch
How he ran?, like a dog fetch
[Hook: Method Baba]
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
[Verse 1: Anthony 1999]
No one in your corner ever spent a big bag like us
Walk in with the B.B. tag on us
Used to rag on us, contact high, don't smoke, but you still smell the pack on us
Getcha rack on up
Hit it from the back like she lost sumn, fuck her whole backbone up
Hella tax on us
My niggas can't hear if these lil niggas ain't speaking facts on us
1K on Vetements, my guilty habit
Colors in my bracelet, jumpin', they carats
Mimic the drip, all these fuck niggas parrots
Niggas be timid, they dip when they hear us
Bitches be on me, they drip when they near us
Complaining and talking bout' how I'm so careless
Fuck out my face with that crying and tear-up
Most of these bitches be lying, but near us
[Hook: Method Baba]
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
[Verse 2: Method Baba]
I'm with the gang, bitch we kickin' shit
Cookie start wreakin' quick, stuffin' the wood, almost ripped the shit
We blow a bag of them dividends, don't give a fuck, now niggas know what the difference is
'Preme on my nigga, I'm deadass supreme
I am a king
Make ya bitch clap, tambourine
Open her mouth, like she screamed
Benzo gone slide with machines
Niggas is not human beings, niggas too flee
Boutta invest in some wings, Mike Amiri be the jeans
Don't do McQueens, smokin' on purp, sippin' lean
Fuck do you mean?
I was just down, now I'm up
They hear the sound now we up
They don't want problems with us
You cannot clown one of us
Smell like a pound when I'm skut
Lay yo bitch down, make her suck
You niggas suck, my vision is clear, see the funds
Lotta big bread, ain't no crumbs, now it ain't shit to get buns
So what's really happenin'?
Splash and I drip like the ocean
Fuck up yo shit, grab a potion
Gas hella potent
Cozuh slide causing commotion
Virch will hurt you any moment
[Hook: Method Baba]
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
[Verse 3: J Retro]
Getcha bitch man, she stay tryna scoop me
Rock the Gucci, I ain't wearing no Louie
In my phone, man she steady texting
With these bands I'ma keep on flexing
I'm not your man, and she steady stressin'
She gimme head, one hell of a blessing
With Method Boyz and we need all the extras
Pockets sumo, but I'm not a wrestler
J Retro a professional flexer
Cop the Tesla cause I love the texture
Throw up C's, lemme know if it's pressure
She on her knees, man that was her profession
Caption Jack, how I look for the treasure
Fucked ya bitch and I did it with pleasure
Too much money man I had to go measure
Send Baba, man them bullets come test ya
This is a press?, when they hear, make amends
See Retro, she come out her dress
Need Raid cause these bitches be pest
I heard you rap, but I'm not impressed
Got a Glock from the armrest
He had a heart, now he heartless
Up the Glock, watch his arms stretch
How he ran?, like a dog fetch
[Hook: Method Baba]
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?
No one in your corner got swag like us, bag like us, Raf and Ricky tags on us
Method Boy swag like what?, Method Boy swag like what?