Rockin Designer ft. TG Nova & Scottie Brickz Lyrics

Rocking designer

My bitch she bad and look pretty

Lil bitch she a model

Lil baby ghetto drink hen out the bottle

She suck it and swallow eat dick like a goblin

I be a leader and niggas they follow

Only 5'9 but I feel like a giant

Rose through these ranks, yeah you know I be climbing

Don't got no love, put my heart in a dollar

Ain't with the drama, save that for your momma

I keep me a stick boy, I stay with a llama

Got a bad bitch take a trip to Bahamas

I got your bitch gone, yea she lost, you can't find her

I be so cold like I work in the mountains

Stay with a pole if a nigga won't try me

Drop me a hit then I drop me a body

I like my bitch bougie and bad with a body

Said it then said it then said it again

There is nobody that's better than him

Reach for my plate then I'm taking a limb

I need them back to back M's like I'm Slim

Feel like the reaper they think that I'm grim

Fuck what they thought cause they know that I'm him

Put up your lighters bitch do it like Kim

Balling so hard that we jump out the gym

Spur at the moment I'm balling like Tim

Niggas keep asking me where have you been

Making amends and repenting for sins

Couldn't imagine the shit I was in

Pop out a shirt where you can like I'm Ken

Turning the band I'm already on ten

Spark up the sage cause my soul needs a cleanse

Turn up in rage I'm back zoning again

Rocking designer

My bitch she bad and look pretty

Lil bitch she a model

Lil baby ghetto drink hen out the bottle

She suck it and swallow eat dick like a goblin

I be a leader and niggas they follow

Only 5'9 but I feel like a giant

Rose through these ranks, yeah you know I be climbing

Don't got no love, put my heart in a dollar

Ain't with the drama, save that for your momma

I keep me a stick boy, I stay with a llama

Got a bad bitch take a trip to Bahamas

I got your bitch gone, yea she lost, you can't find her

I be so cold like I work in the mountains

Stay with a pole if a nigga won't try me

Drop me a hit then I drop me a body

I like my bitch bougie and bad with a body

Me and squad stepping on necks

Hopped out the streets and hopped right in the check

These niggas hate why I'm staying on flex

They keep some tech cause we stay with patech

Il put my son on a jet

Rocking Designer we staying on flex

My new wave they can not catch

They used to clown now they pay their respects

Trapped out the jet cause we wanted some vets

Cuban links on me them haters upset

Pulled up a four just to warm up for my set

Bae throw it back I'm a dog it like fetch

Keep me some right hands in case shit go left

223's hit his chain made his ice melt

My circle tight I don't trust no one else

Came out the mud had to grind by myself yeah