Designer Blues Lyrics

Percys and Molly’s can’t fuck with nobody

Pull up with a pistol an shawty

Bitch I want a Benz or a brand new Bugatti or fuck it pull up in a 'Rarri

I pull up go dummy go get to the money put lean an codeine in my tummy

I like designer that Gucci and Louis switch lanes for the bag how I’m running

Locked in a cell and they wishing me well said I want my lil baby lil bunny

See how these dumb motherfuckers be acting stupid no you can’t tell me nothing

Motherfuckers said I been on the road trapping finessing and counting the dough

Counting commas worth diamonds and gold bitches geeking of the molly an snow

Up the chopper point that shit at your dome

Shots to your body turn you to a ghost

Drip on my body with Gucci cologne said I’m blowing on boofy when I’m in my zone

I’ve been all of the shits I sip the drank

I’m going off Percocet's what do I think

Said I need my Xanax my blues

Said Gucci that Fendi that juice

Said I need my Xanax my blues

Said Gucci that Fendi that juice

I’m mobile in traffic you fools be acting that why you still riding the trolley

I am so high that I’m up In spaceship

I’m faded an posted with Wally

When I pull up girl your see that I’m flexing the Gucci collab with the Tommy

Louie V keep that shit wrapped round my body

Designer shit keeping it on me

When I pull-up I go ghost

Chopper aim that let it go

Said I whip the yay or the snow

Said that bitch she be on me let’s go

I’m off the shits motherfuckers you know what it do

Motherfucker I ride for my gang and I’m sticking to love for the crew

I get a bag and I’m fucking it up

Keeping some snow in the bluff

Baby she bad and she just wanna fuck

Tell her she can’t fall in love

Tell her I’m loving the drugs never need love and the lust

Didn’t ever have enough gotta go get to the funds

I’ve been all of the shits I sip the drank

I’m going off Percocet's what do I think

Said I need my Xanax my blues

Said Gucci that Fendi that juice

Said I need my Xanax my blues

Said Gucci that Fendi that juice