Designer

I got love for some designer

I-I got love for some designer

My bitch tatted, I call her designer

Parallel shit bitch don't get lined up

Bitch I'm tatted, I'm designer

I got love for some designer

My bitch tatted I call her designer

When I get that check, buy nothing but designer

Pop the kush, swisher blunts, rolling nothing but designer

Shoot his face off, bitch we designer

Might be mixed matched but everything designer

Drinking fiji water, I call that designer

We them glory boys, bitch we be designer

I got love for some designer

Parallel shit bitch don't get lined up

Ugh, ugh

Sosa on his prow

I'm that nigga, shit you get that all the time ugh

Yeah, I buy nothing but designer

Lotta kush, lotta blunts

I'm designer

Shoot his face off, I'm designer

And I'm truud down, but I'm designer

Bitch I'm tatted, I'm designer

OTF stuff, you know where to find us

They be cutting up like designer (bang bang)

Off a lot of dope, Bitch I be high as fuck (bang bang)

Designer, Homicide put me in the line up

CMG, they tryna define us

Say it stand for Cars, Money, Grinders

I-I-I'm true to my religion bitch so start praying

The doors to the trap is open, Amen

Me and my nigga Sosa about to start (blah!)

A hundred shots coming out that black van (blah!)

Van, bullets gon design ya (Murder)

Run out with that work we gon come find ya

I rock Gucci, Louie, Prada like the song say

My money don't fold up, I keep it long ways (ways)