Designer Talk

(IanoBeatz)

Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk

Designer talk, designer talk

Yeah, yeah (Hol' up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Leggo, leggo

Who is you? I've never seen you before

I can turn on your bi***, got the keys to your wh***

You know they love me when I walk in the store

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

F*** your bi*** on the bus, then continue the tour

I'm not lovin' you, baby, you can't get adored

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy, you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' a Ford

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]

Amiri Jeans, I got racks in my pocket (Yeah)

I cannot fit the stack in the wallet

You the plug, don't get pulled out the socket

Watch your back 'cause these ni***s not solid

Asian bi*** got me sippin' on sake

Throw the meat in her mouth like hibachi

I got reasons for me to be cocky

I'm the s***, bi***, I need me a potty

Ni***s talkin' 'bout how I can't rap, okay

Then how I get rich off of rap?

These ni***s are lame and that statement a fact

And that ni*** my son, but I'm not claimin' that

Jump out the pu***, then jump on the beat

I dunk on the rookie, welcome to the league

That boy is a simp, fell in love with a freak

Yeah, that water on me, I swear life is a beach (Let's go)

Okay, let's get it, let's go, let's get it, let's go

They see a ni*** with some racks, they think I sold my soul (That I sold my soul), no, no

See a ni*** inside Saks, you know I'm spendin' them rolls (Them rolls, rolls, rolls)

I can't move my wrist, I swear to God, it's froze, woah, woah

Designer walk, designer talk, designer bi*** (Yeah, designer bi***)

I like Chanel and Givenchy s*** (I do)

Swear to God, I ain't think I'd be rich (I ain't think I'd be rich), okay

These ni***s is salt, I got cash in the vault and I smoke out the zip

He mad that his girl likin' my pics

I mean, it is what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Who is you? I've never seen you before

I can turn on your bi***, got the keys to your wh***

You know they love me when I walk in the store (Let's go)

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior

F*** your bi*** on the bus, then continue the tour (Let's go)

I'm not lovin' you, baby, you can't get adored

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy, you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' a Ford (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]

Ayy, ayy (Talk to 'em), ayy-ayy

I'm tryna chop a Wraith

Ayy, ayy, I apply all the pressure

We gon' kill the case (Talk to 'em, Keed)

I know young slimes that shoot the spot up (Grrah, grrah, grrah), broad day

I know y'all don't wanna beef (No, sir), 'cause YSL get straight (Hey-hey, let's go)

Special-made stick, f*** a Uzi (Let's go, hey-hey)

I'm busy, no time for no coochie (Hey-hey)

Who wanted shots out the toolie? (Hey-hey)

Ain't hesitatin' to pull it (Hey-hey, swag)

Okay, just make sure my machinery fully (Woo, woo)

I'm steppin' in Gucci socks

I'm winnin', I ain't never lost (Never)

I'm sorry, I'll never talk (Never)

Thug out at Texaco (Hey)

You'll take a big loss (Ha)

Yes, I'm a big boss (Ho)

I'm not the task force (Hey)

I'm a Belaire boy

Lil' bi***, I'll pay for it (Hey)

What we smokin', it's real noisy

Pay attention, I'm real nosy (Hey)

Perc' prescription, I'm real focused

Get some head from a bi***, she deep throatin' me

Who is you? I've never seen you before (Ayy, ayy)

I can turn on your bi***, got the keys to your wh*** (Slatt, slatt)

You know they love me when I walk in the store (I'm back, haha)

Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior (Slatt, slatt, pew)

F*** your bi*** on the bus, then continue the tour

I'm not lovin' you, baby, you can't get adored (Slimeball)

I play with my racks and I never get bored

Boy, you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' a Ford