Designer Boii Lyrics

I got bitches around the globe, yeah, I got bitches out of space

I got bitches around the globe, yeah, I got bitches out of space

I got bitches around the globe, yeah, I got bitches out of space

Gas & Dior my cologne, she love the smell, she like my taste

Designer boy, I be so rude when I rock BBs on my waist

I like track twos, B22s, the ones that reflect off your face

Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that red eye, come let's race

In school, I never had no A's or B's or C's, I kept them K's

And when my heart get broke, I buy expensive shit to heal my pain

Glaow, Glaow, We put holes inside his shirt, he wearin' Yeezy, Ye

My baby don't tolerate no fuck, nigga, no way

Say, let her come to me about a problem, you get slumped today

Like, here's a message to you niggas who think they fuckin' with Tay

Bitch, I'm still number one, you was behind me, so, nigga, you still gotta chase

I also rock Lataffa, she not proper, when she suckin' dick

Bitch, hand me my chopper, I'm a problem when I'm wearin' rick

All these Benjis makin' me turn blue, that shit make me sick

My jean jacket, it's still sayin' trues, I got designer drip

Saint Laurent my condom, bitch turn over, I got designer dick

LV on my blocka, I mean my blicky, This a designer stick

I went to my doctor, constipated, They know I'm the shit

Talking crazy to these lil fuck niggas I'm too legit

Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that red eye, come let's race

In school, I never had no A's or B's or C's, I kept them K's

And when my heart get broke, I buy expensive shit to heal my pain

Glaow, Glaow, We put holes inside his shirt, he wearin' Yeezy, Ye

Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that red eye, come let's race

In school, I never had no A's or B's or C's, I kept them K's

And when my heart get broke, I buy expensive shit to heal my pain

Glaow, Glaow, We put holes inside his shirt, he wearin' Yeezy, Ye

I keep me a heater, my two seater, feel like Derek Jeter

Your bitch on my dick, she straight a eater, I don't want her neither

Fuck her good, she moanin', uh, Spanish bitch from Costa Rica

I mean Puerto Rico, fuck it, like go inside the shell I need two liters

I need something for the mix inside this cup, that's gon' fuck me up

I got Taylor Port and Casa Migo, Bad bitch keep yellin' pour me up

Big Glock 30 on the bottom a Kriss Vect, I bet I'll hit him up

Ayy, bruh don't shoot at his chest, he got a vest, just hit him from neck up

Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that redeye, come let's race

Designer boy, I be so, I don't wanna, yea designer boy

I, uh, man you niggas lucky this beat ain't longer

Uh, ooh, oh oh oh, Designer boy