"DESIGNER" lyrics
Yeah, ha, ayy, ayy
(Nigga, ayy)
Come fuck with a baller, I can put you in designer
I can make you look real good, fingers all in your vagina
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
Ayy, If you try me, I'm taking your life
If you try me, I'm taking your life, yeah
Since they cappin', they gotta have straps
I keep hitting this ho from the back
I keep hitting this ho from the back
These bitches ain't fuckin' with me
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
He get belt to ass, Louis V
I'ma put my mask low, it's me
Come fuck with a baller, I can put you in designer
I can make you look fly, fingers all in your vagina
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
(Okay) We so 'bout this shit I really [?]
Tell that pussy make it stop with all that mouthin'
We got AKs, yeah, we bigger than a mountain, yeah, I said
Caught that nigga, he went fishin', so I had to drown him
I caught my son, he lookin' like me, almost had to ground him
They call me Pistol Pete, you see me, man, I'm probably packin'
I got bitches on my line and this that [?]
[?] make what I make, nigga, it's just a fraction
I can't fit these in my pocket, so I'm probably saggin'
My momma asked me why I do that, I said, "Just for fashion"
I might start dissin' on these pussies, get a little traction
Yeah, hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Yeah, ayy, two hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
I hit me that runnin' man, runnin' man
Bitch, I might make me a hunnid bands
And I [?]
Come fuck with a baller, I can put you in designer
I can make you look fly, fingers all in your vagina
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
(Nigga, ayy)
Come fuck with a baller, I can put you in designer
I can make you look real good, fingers all in your vagina
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
Ayy, If you try me, I'm taking your life
If you try me, I'm taking your life, yeah
Since they cappin', they gotta have straps
I keep hitting this ho from the back
I keep hitting this ho from the back
These bitches ain't fuckin' with me
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
He get belt to ass, Louis V
I'ma put my mask low, it's me
Come fuck with a baller, I can put you in designer
I can make you look fly, fingers all in your vagina
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
(Okay) We so 'bout this shit I really [?]
Tell that pussy make it stop with all that mouthin'
We got AKs, yeah, we bigger than a mountain, yeah, I said
Caught that nigga, he went fishin', so I had to drown him
I caught my son, he lookin' like me, almost had to ground him
They call me Pistol Pete, you see me, man, I'm probably packin'
I got bitches on my line and this that [?]
[?] make what I make, nigga, it's just a fraction
I can't fit these in my pocket, so I'm probably saggin'
My momma asked me why I do that, I said, "Just for fashion"
I might start dissin' on these pussies, get a little traction
Yeah, hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Yeah, ayy, two hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
I hit me that runnin' man, runnin' man
Bitch, I might make me a hunnid bands
And I [?]
Come fuck with a baller, I can put you in designer
I can make you look fly, fingers all in your vagina
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
I can tell you a real one, I can tell that you a rider
