Designer Talk lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tracy]
(IanoBeatz)
Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk
Designer talk, designer talk
Yeah, yeah (Hol' up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leggo, leggo

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Who is you? I've never seen you before
I can turn on your b*tch, got the keys to your whore
You know they love me when I walk in the store
Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior
f*ck your b*tch 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 n*ggas not solid
Asian b*tch got me sippin' on sake
Throw the meat in her mouth like hibachi
I got reasons for me to be c*cky
I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I need me a potty
n*ggas talkin' 'bout how I can't rap, okay
Then how I get rich off of rap?
These n*ggas are lame and that statement a fact
And that n*gga my son, but I'm not claimin' that
Jump out the pus*y, 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 n*gga with some racks, they think I sold my soul (That I sold my soul), no, no
See a n*gga 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 b*tch (Yeah, designer b*tch)
I like Chanel and Givenchy sh*t (I do)
Swear to God, I ain't think I'd be rich (I ain't think I'd be rich), okay
These n*ggas 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)
[Chorus: Lil Tracy & Lil Keed]
Who is you? I've never seen you before
I can turn on your b*tch, got the keys to your whore
You know they love me when I walk in the store (Let's go)
Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior
f*ck your b*tch 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*ck 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' b*tch, 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 b*tch, she deep throatin' me
[Chorus: Lil Tracy & Lil Keed]
Who is you? I've never seen you before (Ayy, ayy)
I can turn on your b*tch, got the keys to your whore (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*ck your b*tch 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