Lyrics Issey - August $antan

Blowing up like Kamikaze (Kaze)
15 for this fit, R.I.P. Issey Miyake (Yake)
Talking to my bitch then I'm finna catch a body (Body)
Use to not have shit, now I'm waking up in Prada (Prada)
I'm still selling bricks, I got Gucci on my collar (Collar)
Don't ask me for shit, no you can not get a dollar (Dollar)
We still toting sticks, yeah I put that on my daughter (Daughter)
I ain't got no kids so I put that on my Father (Father)

Why you trynna run, we know where you stay bitch (Bitch)
Don't that shit for fun, hit you with the K bitch (Yeah)
Can't give a bitch a son, I don't got the patience (Nah)
I been number one, they say it don't make sense
But if I hit you with the choppa it's gone give you knowledge
I can't cuff that hoe no more, I heard she got some mileage
I'm geeking on the fucking floor, I took another molly
My niggas getting yurkalated feeling out of body
They asking how I do it
They asking how I look so fucking fly up in this Buick
Not fucking with the FMJ's them hollows gonna do it
Sorry bae I seen a bad bitch
I had to go pursue it
Damn, now she mad at me
Me and her just got into it
Balenciaga pants and I bought the shirt from Louis
Don't be fucking with my bands, yeah especially when I'm zooted
Niggas got his sister pants on, I swear these niggas fruity
We ain't going on no date bitch, fuck you and that movie

Blowing up like Kamikaze (Kaze)
15 for this fit, R.I.P. Issey Miyake (Yake)
Talking to my bitch then I'm finna catch a body (Body)
Use to not have shit, now I'm waking up in Prada (Prada)
I'm still selling bricks, I got Gucci on my collar (Collar)
Don't ask me for shit, no you can not get a dollar (Dollar)
We still going sticks, yeah I put that on my daughter (Daughter)
I ain't got no kids so I put that on my Father (Father)