Hey Prada, where you been? Relaxed for a second but I'm back again The girls still tryna get like me Still fuck your man, bitch, that's the tea Who served you hoes the voodoo puss? Whose pussy smells like a rose bush? I said it once and I'll say it again Don't come for me unless I sin Your lace front still some shit I threw up You fuck with Joanne, you get chewed up I put these girls on, ain't it funny So don't come for the queen, honey Prada gonna take you all to church Slide the pumps on and head to work To all that hate me, I know it hurts But Prada's back to quench your thirst I know when you were little queens You dreamt of creeping on the scene But I'm back to block your way Admit it, bitch, you just got Slayed, you just got slayed Slayed, you just got slayed