Thugbaby – Prada My Shoelaces Lyrics

It’s about I came from having nothing, basically at the bottom which is the basement but I beat the odds and made it out. Now I’m successful with Atlantic and can do and buy nice things like Prada shoes and just be beating the streets.

Prada My Shoelaces Lyrics by Thugbaby

[Intro]
Uh, ayy (Boh, boh, damn)
Hahaha, bitch, uh (Damn)
Look, uh

[Chorus]
Prada my shoelaces, I came out the basement (Came out the basement)
Ayy, I won’t call a bitch unless she got my baby
Ayy, the thug got jump out with him, wherever I point, they get em, uh
I put switch on the back of the Glock, I ain’t even gotta aim, just hit him
Bitch, I’m Tupac in the flesh, but if he had a .50 (Uh-huh)
Niggas wanna beef like The Game and 50, tell ’em “Come get up with me” (Come get up with me)
And we ride hot cars back-to-back, don’t hesitate to get busy (Grrt, grrt)
And I bеt this .45 back ’em back, ’cause I know niggas wanna kill me (Uh)

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, bitch, I’m likе a god in these streets, nigga (Damn)
Uh, I’m like a motherfuckin’ God (Damn, damn)
Bitch, I’m like a god in these streets, nigga (Uh, like a motherfuckin’)
Look, ayy

[Verse]
Whenever I smile, it look like glass, she love my fashion, though
I’m from the trenches, but my bitch bad, I love me a classy ho (I love me a classy ho)
Uh, now we got Glocks, switches, used to hit niggas with calicoes (Damn)
Ain’t gotta diss ’em, really a problem, pull up, takin’ his soul
I can’t say his name ’cause shh might day like any day (Like any day)
Talkin’ on the ‘net, but niggas don’t be where they say
I might take a picture, pissin’ on yo’ homie grave
Nigga, you don’t want this beef, you know shit ain’t safe (Damn)
Look, pull up hittin’ domes, this .40 gon’ break a bone (Damn, damn)
Please, don’t get caught tryna slide, ’cause we send niggas home (Damn, damn)
Look, bitch, I never lack, we just increase the score
Look, reachin’ for my chain, a hundred choppas blow (Damn)

[Chorus]
Uh, Prada my shoelaces, I came out the basement (Came out the basement)
Ayy, I won’t call a bitch unless she got my baby
Ayy, the thug got jump out with him, wherever I point, they get em, uh
I put switch on the back of the Glock, I ain’t even gotta aim, just hit him
Bitch, I’m Tupac in the flesh, but if he had a .50 (Uh-huh)
Niggas wanna beef like The Game and 50, tell ’em “Come get up with me” (Come get up with me)
And we ride hot cars back-to-back, don’t hesitate to get busy (Grrt, grrt)
And I bet this .45 back ’em back, ’cause I know niggas wanna kill me (Uh)

[Post-Chorus]
Uh, bitch, I’m like a god in these streets, nigga (Damn)
Uh, I’m like a motherfuckin’ God (Damn, damn)
Ayy, bitch, I’m like a god in these streets, nigga (Uh-huh, like a motherfuckin’)
Look (Damn)