Designer Junky ft. TreySwerv Lyrics

Aye my brother back in jail, how the hell?

She say she want Gucci she want Louis and Chanel

Roll me up a blunt

My granny like "hey what's that smell?"

Ion even smoke so how the h- how the hell (yea)

And you know we out in traffic, ain't ducking action

Thought you had some tea on me lil boy you drinking cat piss

When I drop they going crazy, give em captions

She ate the whole gang and when she done we gave her napkins

Bro jus wiped his nose pick him up he need a napkin

He ain't step on LSG so why he cappin?

I know she a hoe tryna fake like she ain't active

Bought a light and camera he not bout that action

Tell me who you know do it like this we be snapping

If it's bout a hoe and my bro he can have it

He put on a show now he dead that shit tragic

Got something up my sleeve pull it out that shit magic

If you leave yo man , be with me just imagine

And he do this shit for fun it's not his passion

Think that she all that but on God I'm gon pass it

Brodie sipping mud on the wheel he might crash it

She might think I care but on God I'm not crashing

He not smacking heads got no gs what he stashing ?

She done fucked the bros tell me why you keep on bragging ?

Got a secret code kick him out left him lagging

I be cracking g's why you think my phone ring?

Ion need no team I can do my own thing

20 20 bands bussing out the jeans that's why she on me

Aye come and get yo friend, middle of the party threw it on me

This nigga fucked my ex now this nigga moving like we opps

I'm getting bands Ian gotta say it aye just watch

Oh you ain't heard it yet? Aye im getting a whole lotta guap

She gon throw it with no hands and on my momma she don't stop