Designer Shoes (Version 1) lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, hol' up
I might hit that bih', yeah, in some Gucci socks
I just shot a pus*y n*gga in a parking lot, yeah
Let me talk my sh*t, let me get this sh*t (Real trap sh*t)
n*gga poppin' sh*t, (China), let me pop my sh*t
I want 250, just to rock this sh*t, just to rock this sh*t
I'ma need like 250, just to kill the beat
Just to kill the beat, just to kill the beat
Got that telescope on me, yeah, I never miss
Got that real dope money like I'm sellin' crystal
I can't even hold you, I can't f*ck with none of these n*ggas, they b*tches
All of these n*ggas, they hating on Cash (Hol' up)
We f*cking these b*tches (Hol' up)
We got money too (Slatt)
I smoked a pound or two, got a b*tch she rocking Prada too (Yeah)
And she got designer shoes (Yeah)
And I got designer too
Too sick, that b*tch done caught the flu (Yeah)
My b*tch from Atlanta too (Yeah)
She hit the b*tch with that 22 (Yeah)
I could put a bag on you (Yeah)
I could put them racks on you (Yeah)
I just got the tracks, yeah (Yeah)
I'ma pull her tracks too (Yeah)
Ratchet b*tch so bad
Butterfly doors, spent a million on clothes
Yeah, AP two-tone, bought that b*tch on the road
Yeah, lemme call my partner up, yeah, he got clean dope
Yeah, she want clean dope
Yeah, I want some lean, ho
Yeah, I need a mean hoe
Yeah, she trap with the kid, yeah
That what them folks sayin'
Young n*gga don't miss, yeah
Young n*gga don't miss, hol' up
[Chorus]
And then I met ya
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
I gotta rock this sh*t
I gotta rock this sh*t
I gotta rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t
Just to rock this sh*t

[Open Verse]