Lyrics Designer Talk - Lil Tracy , Lil Keed

Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk
Designer talk, designer talk, yeah yeah

Hollup yeah, leggo leggo
Who is you? I never seen you before
I could turn on your bitch, got the keys to you whore
You know they love me when I walk in the store
Sipping sparkling water in Christian Dior
Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour
I'm not loving you baby, you can't get adored
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy you looking like 12 'cause you whippin' the ford

A milli jeans, I got racks in my pocket
Yeah, I cannot fit this stack in a wallet
You the plug? Don't get pulled out the socket
Watch your back 'cause these niggas not solid
Asian bitch got me sipping on Saki
Throw the meat in her mouth like Hibachi
I got reasons for me to be cocky
I'm the shit bitch I need me a potty

Niggas talkin' bout how I cant rap (okay)
Then how I get rich off of rap?
These niggas they lame and that statement a fact
And that nigga my son but I'm not claiming that
Jump out the pussy then jump on the beat
I dunk on that rookie, Welcome to the league
That boy is a simp, fell in love with a freak
Water on me, I swear life is a beach (let' go)

Okay, let's get it, let's go, let's get it, let's go
They see a nigga with some racks they think I sold my soul (no, no!)
See a nigga in some Sak shit, know I'm spending the rolls
I can't move my wrist, I swear to god it's froze

Designer walk, designer talk, designer bitch
I like Chanel and Givenchy shit
Swear to god I ain't think I'd be rich
Okay, these niggas is soft
I got cash in the vault and I smoke out a zip
He mad that his girl liking my pics
I mean it is what it is (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Who is you? I never seen you before
I could turn on your bitch, got the keys to you whore
You know they love me when I walk in the store
Sipping sparkling water in Christian Dior
Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour
I'm not loving you baby, you can't get adored
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy you looking like 12 'cause you whippin' the ford

Aye, aye (talk to 'em) aye-aye
I'm tryna trap with a Wraith
Aye, aye, I apply all the pressure
We gon' kill the case
I know your slime, that shoot the spot up (grah, grah, grah) broad day
I know y'all don't wanna beef
No sir, 'cause YSL get straight (hey hey, let's go)

Fisherman stick for the Uzi (hey hey)
I'm busy, no time for no coochie (hey hey)
Whole hunnid shots out the toolie (hey hey, swag)
Ain't hesitatin' to pull it (hey hey)
Okay, just make sure my machinery fully
I step in the Gucci socks, I'm winnin', I ain't never lost
I'm sorry, I never talk (never)

Don't got the testicules (hey) you take a big loss
Yes I'm a big boss, hoe I'm not the task force
I'm a Bellaire Boy, lil' bitch how I paid for
When we smokin', it's real nuts
Pay attention, I'm real nosy
Fuck prescription, I'm real focused
Get some head from a bitch, she deep throat it

Who is you? I never seen you before
I could turn on your bitch, got the keys to you whore
You know they love me when I walk in the store
Sipping sparkling water in Christian Dior
Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour
I'm not loving you baby, you can't get adored
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy you looking like 12 'cause you whippin' the ford