Steep Tech Remix by Josh DWH Lyrics
(Prada Mama)
I don’t give a fuck if I sound cocky on this shit man
Yea, Prada
It’s a dub for that humble shit
Take it how you want it
(Verse 1: Prada Mama)
Yo‚ think I got these rappers mad
Cause they ain’t marketable like me
When they hit me for a feature‚ they ain’t really profiting off this heat
Cause Prada ain’t doing that shit for free
Got a lot of pride so I got a lot of beef
Haters gonna assume shout out to my enemies
You ain’t no goon you just dick riding gz
And I swear this money turning me into a fiend
Ask me how I get it
Just know that‚ by any means
Ima get my bread up and break it up with the team
The game got me fed up, & set up and so it seem
Talking’ bout a patek but where the fuck is your credit?
Now you acting petty cause a bitch ain’t let you hit it?
Staying independent, til my digits to my debits
Ima get on‚ hold up give me a second
(Chorus: Prada Mama)
Look, and I’m poppin’ off as a reflex
(Yeah)
Bitch so cold, need a steep tech
(Haha)
Had to take a break just to reset
(Yeah)
Now I’m making plays like it’s recess
Pockets bout to fake like a defect
(This is)
Smoking on a 8th just to reflect
(The remix)
Throw it on his face‚ got no respect
(Yeah)
I don’t want the fame, I just need checks
(Verse 2: Josh DWH)
BRONX!
Love it when you put it in my face
You know you drive me crazy, I don’t believe in no breaks
Excuse my behavior, I just want a taste
It is nothing to upgrade you, my time you shouldn’t waste
You just need some dick? Nah you just need some love
You was acting bougie when I met you in the club
Tried to play me like you ain’t know what was up
Then the DJ played my record, and now you tryna fuck?
(What?!)
Really not surprising, these bitches be running game
Heard the kid was hot, now these bitches want la flame
If you tryna give it up, I never been the one to shame
I just want a check, word to Prada, fuck the fame
(Prada!)
Tired of these motherfuckers playing with my name
So when they come around, i treat em with no respect
I always pay it forward and i always pay my debts
So don’t ever think I’m pressed when you send your little threats
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a motherfucking K-9
Know they talking shit cause i heard it thru the grapevine
Shorty think I’m thirsty, give me water and ill make wine
(Aye)
Apple of my eye, you hit my phone for the FaceTime
(Hahaha)
This is nothing new, I just take time
And free up all the homies doing state time!
(Yea)
I stay on they news feed, like its dateline
My homie keep it on the waistline
We don’t waste time
And I’m poppin’ off as a reflex
And I’m still working i ain’t sleep yet (sleep yet)
Got a lot of goals i ain’t reach yet
All these hoes wanna play til its recess
Your sound ain’t really hittin’ thats a pre-set
(Aye)
Come and get this lesson i ain’t teach yet
(Yeah)
Keep thinking that you low and i ain't peep yet
Flow so cold, need a motherfucking steep tech!
Shoutout to Justin for the spliff though
BX to YO, ya bitch!
I don’t give a fuck if I sound cocky on this shit man
Yea, Prada
It’s a dub for that humble shit
Take it how you want it
(Verse 1: Prada Mama)
Yo‚ think I got these rappers mad
Cause they ain’t marketable like me
When they hit me for a feature‚ they ain’t really profiting off this heat
Cause Prada ain’t doing that shit for free
Got a lot of pride so I got a lot of beef
Haters gonna assume shout out to my enemies
You ain’t no goon you just dick riding gz
And I swear this money turning me into a fiend
Ask me how I get it
Just know that‚ by any means
Ima get my bread up and break it up with the team
The game got me fed up, & set up and so it seem
Talking’ bout a patek but where the fuck is your credit?
Now you acting petty cause a bitch ain’t let you hit it?
Staying independent, til my digits to my debits
Ima get on‚ hold up give me a second
(Chorus: Prada Mama)
Look, and I’m poppin’ off as a reflex
(Yeah)
Bitch so cold, need a steep tech
(Haha)
Had to take a break just to reset
(Yeah)
Now I’m making plays like it’s recess
Pockets bout to fake like a defect
(This is)
Smoking on a 8th just to reflect
(The remix)
Throw it on his face‚ got no respect
(Yeah)
I don’t want the fame, I just need checks
(Verse 2: Josh DWH)
BRONX!
Love it when you put it in my face
You know you drive me crazy, I don’t believe in no breaks
Excuse my behavior, I just want a taste
It is nothing to upgrade you, my time you shouldn’t waste
You just need some dick? Nah you just need some love
You was acting bougie when I met you in the club
Tried to play me like you ain’t know what was up
Then the DJ played my record, and now you tryna fuck?
(What?!)
Really not surprising, these bitches be running game
Heard the kid was hot, now these bitches want la flame
If you tryna give it up, I never been the one to shame
I just want a check, word to Prada, fuck the fame
(Prada!)
Tired of these motherfuckers playing with my name
So when they come around, i treat em with no respect
I always pay it forward and i always pay my debts
So don’t ever think I’m pressed when you send your little threats
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a motherfucking K-9
Know they talking shit cause i heard it thru the grapevine
Shorty think I’m thirsty, give me water and ill make wine
(Aye)
Apple of my eye, you hit my phone for the FaceTime
(Hahaha)
This is nothing new, I just take time
And free up all the homies doing state time!
(Yea)
I stay on they news feed, like its dateline
My homie keep it on the waistline
We don’t waste time
And I’m poppin’ off as a reflex
And I’m still working i ain’t sleep yet (sleep yet)
Got a lot of goals i ain’t reach yet
All these hoes wanna play til its recess
Your sound ain’t really hittin’ thats a pre-set
(Aye)
Come and get this lesson i ain’t teach yet
(Yeah)
Keep thinking that you low and i ain't peep yet
Flow so cold, need a motherfucking steep tech!
Shoutout to Justin for the spliff though
BX to YO, ya bitch!