Gangsta In Designer (No Concept)

[Produced by Willie B] [Hook] Bad bitch, long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass Flat stomach, double D's, please, be the Birkin bag Designer heels, Hermes pants, how you fit in that? Look at me – Ray Bans, I ain't tryna see you fags Jean jacket, different coloured pants, I ain't tryna match Mauve watch, sagging, see my ass popping thirty tags [Verse 1] Okay, I'm energized, say my tunes turn her on This ain't Enterprise, but kick it boo, let's bring it home I'm hella high, back to back, I smoke alone Unless my nigga Soul around, fuck it cuz, let's blow a zone Now carry on assume you niggas need a loan Quit it with the texting cuh and go and make a song My foreign ho, bitch call me a maricón Always rocking shit I never seen or I never known Name grown overseas fitter Sergio Tacchini shirt, real creeper slippers YSL see the logo on my zipper Broad serving me she going down, yeah I had to tip her A-ten-hut [Hook] [Verse 2] HiiiPower bitch, let 'em know the players here I said HiiiPower bitch, give me gangster of the year This for my HOG's on Figg and homies on the tier Always keep this shit groovy nigga and I ain't shed a tear Black gat, black whip no tags on it Face tats cuz for sure gon' throw the mask on it Burner on my lap nigga, mothafuck the cops DEA and all the feds gon' be my murder plot Money cash hoes by the dozen Never started cracking, bitches started cooking onions Now my weed habit always funded And these college broads be fucking do whatever have 'em flunking A-ten-hut [Hook] [Verse 3] Bitch say she like my songs, so I do her She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler Uh, young-ass entrepreneur In the 40/40 club tripping like I ain't from Hoover No bottles, no tables, I just wanna fuck you You, you and you, yeah, they know what's up Only one at a time, baby, slow it down Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds She doin all the things you say she say do Swallow evidence, her boyfriend never had a clue Sticking to the script like mothafuckin' glue Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou A-ten-hut [Hook]