​p r a d a g l o v e s

[Verse 1]
Shawty in October
She gonna text me, she gonna text me
"Are you sober?"

[Verse 2]
Yeah, you locked in
Were you locked in with the old her?
Fuck a sneak diss, this is what I told her

[Verse 3]
Fuck a beat drop, Prada gloves on (On)
I'm so fucking smooth, you can’t turn me off (Off)
I'm the Boston boy, you got it all wrong (Wrong)
I've been making money
I’ve been staring upfront

[Verse 4]
I done got the car that triple your cost
Yeah, I'm swerving BMW a lot
I make comfort, yeah, I don't count no loss
Yeah, I'm sipping on that drank like a boss