Designer Talk - Lil Tracy, Lil Keed

Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk

Designer talk, designer talk

Yeah, yeah (Hol' up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lego lego

Who is you?

I’ve never seen you before

I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore

You know they love me when I walk in the store

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour

I’m not lovin' you baby, you can get the door

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford

Amiri Jeans, I got bands in my pocket (Yeah)

I get knot fifty stacks in the wallet

You the plug, don’t get pulled out the socket

Watch your back 'cause these niggas not solid

Asian bitch got me sippin' on Sake

Throw the meat in her mouth like Hibachi

I got reasons for me to be cocky

I’m the shit bitch I need me a potty

Niggas talking 'bout how I can’t rap, okay

Then how I get rich off of rap?

These niggas they lame and that statement a fact

And that nigga my son, but I’m not claimin' that

Jump out the pussy then jump on a beat

I dunk on the rookie, welcome to the league

That boy is a simp, fell in love with a freak

And 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 nigga with some racks, they think I sold my soul (That I sold my

soul), no, no

See a nigga in, I’m spinnin' on roads (Road, road, road)

I can’t move my wrist, I swear to God it’s froze, woah, woah

Designer walk, designer talk, designer bitch (Yeah, designer bitch)

I like Chanel and Givenchy shit (I do)

Swear to God, I ain’t think I’d be rich (I ain’t think I’d be rich)

Okay, these niggas is sold out, 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 bitch, got the keys to your whore

You know they love me when I walk in the store (Let's go)

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour (Let's go)

I’m not lovin' you baby, you can get the door

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford (Woo)

Ayy, ayy (Talk to 'em), ayy-ayy

I’m tryna a Wraith

Ayy, ayy, I apply all the pressure

We gon' kill the case (Talk to 'em Keed)

I know your slime, 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)

Fisherman stick for the Uzi (Hey-hey)

I’m busy, no time for no coochie (Hey-hey)

Whole hunnid shots out the toolie (Hey-hey, swag)

Ain’t hesitatin' to pull it (Hey-hey)

Okay, just make sure my machinery fully (Woo, woo)

I step in the Gucci socks, I’m winnin', I ain’t never lost (Never)

I’m sorry, I never talk (Never)

Don’t got the testicules (Hey), you take a big loss (Ha)

Yes I’m a big boss (Hoe), I’m not the task force (Hey)

I’m a Bellaire Boy (Hey), lil' bitch how I paid for (Hey)

When we smokin', it’s real nuts

Pay attention, I’m real nosy

Fuck prescription, I’m real focused

Get some head from a bitch, she deep throat it

Who is you?

I’ve never seen you before (Ayy, ayy)

I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore (Slatt, slatt)

You know they love me when I walk in the store (I'm back, haha, hmm, slatt,

slatt)

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour

I’m not lovin' you baby, you can get the door (Slimeball)

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford