Designer Blues

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