Designer Talk
(IanoBeatz)
Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk
Designer talk, designer talk
Yeah, yeah (Hol' up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leggo, leggo
Who is you? I've never seen you before
I can turn on your bi***, got the keys to your wh***
You know they love me when I walk in the store
Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior
F*** your bi*** on the bus, then continue the tour
I'm not lovin' you, baby, you can't get adored
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy, you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' a Ford
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Amiri Jeans, I got racks in my pocket (Yeah)
I cannot fit the stack in the wallet
You the plug, don't get pulled out the socket
Watch your back 'cause these ni***s not solid
Asian bi*** got me sippin' on sake
Throw the meat in her mouth like hibachi
I got reasons for me to be cocky
I'm the s***, bi* **, I need me a potty
Ni***s talkin' 'bout how I can't rap, okay
Then how I get rich off of rap?
These ni***s are lame and that statement a fact
And that ni*** my son, but I'm not claimin' that
Jump out the pu***, then jump on the beat
I dunk on the rookie , welcome to the league
That boy is a simp, fell in love with a freak
Yeah, that water on me, I swear life is a beach (Let's go)
Okay, let's get it, let's go, let's get it, let's go
They see a ni*** with some racks, they think I sold my soul (That I sold my soul), no, no
See a ni*** inside Saks , you know I'm spendin' them rolls (Them rolls, rolls, rolls)
I can't move my wrist, I swear to God, it's froze, woah, woah
Designer walk, designer talk, designer bi*** (Yeah, designer bi***)
I like Chanel and Givenchy s*** (I do)
Swear to God, I ain't think I'd be rich (I ain't think I'd be rich), okay
These ni***s is salt, I got cash in the vault and I smoke out the zip
He mad that his girl likin' my pics
I mean, it is what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who is you? I've never seen you before
I can turn on your bi***, got the keys to your wh***
You know they love me when I walk in the store (Let's go)
Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior
F*** your bi*** on the bus, then continue the tour (Let's go)
I'm not lovin' you, baby, you can't get adored
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy, you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' a Ford (Woo)
[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Ayy, ayy (Talk to 'em), ayy -ayy
I'm tryna chop a Wraith
Ayy, ayy, I apply all the pressure
We gon' kill the case (Talk to 'em, Keed)
I know young slimes that shoot the spot up (Grrah, grrah, grrah), broad day
I know y'all don't wanna beef (No, sir), 'cause YSL get straight (Hey-hey, let's go)
Special- made stick, f*** a Uzi (Let's go, hey-hey)
I'm busy, no time for no coochie (Hey-hey)
Who wanted shots out the toolie? (Hey-hey)
Ain't hesitatin' to pull it (Hey-hey, swag)
Okay, just make sure my machinery fully (Woo, woo)
I'm steppin' in Gucci socks
I' m winnin', I ain't never lost (Never)
I'm sorry, I'll never talk (Never)
Thug out at Texaco (Hey)
You'll take a big loss ( Ha)
Yes, I'm a big boss (Ho)
I'm not thetask force (Hey)
I'm a Belaire boy
Lil' bi***, I'll pay for it (Hey)
What we smokin', it's real noisy
Pay attention, I'm real nosy (Hey)
Perc' prescription, I'm real focused
Get some head from a bi***, she deep throatin' me
Who is you? I've never seen you before (Ayy, ayy)
I can turn on your bi***, got the keys to your wh*** (Slatt, slatt)
You know they love me when I walk in the store (I 'm back, haha)
Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior (Slatt, slatt, pew)
F*** your bi*** on the bus, then continue the tour
I'm not lovin' you, baby, you can't get adored (Slimeball)
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy, you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' a Ford