CEO Trayle - Designer Socks lyrics

48Hz, forty-eight pounds
Four hundred forty-eight, get 'em gone now
(Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga
Get your ass popped, Boy)
Go, go (Yeah)
Ayy (Ayy) , ayy, ayy (For sure)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah) yeah, yeah (Go, go)

Cuffs in my pants, you see my designer socks
Big Boss C4, I come back and buy the block
Always knew you could clean any situation
Long as you had a mop, Ayy
High-speed on the cops, check a
Check in 'til I drop, Uh
My fingers get to itchin', uh
I still remember pitchin'
I didn't have a MySpace
But I still had the bitches
Ain't gon' get no money with
This rap shit, nigga
You don't know this business
Gave the pack, he fumbled, take him out
Tore his Achilles
I'm my guardian angel, a shark in the tanker
We robbed him, he bankrupt
One day last year mid-April
4 got rap money, I'm no longer robbin'
Niggas should be thankful
Uh, catch me kickin' it with
Pharmacists and street bankers
Got them niggas up off your brother ass
But he thanked us
Niggas don't really wanna go
Outside with me, He dangerous
Adderall, Percocets sneakin' up on me
And I can't let none of
My niggas be my opponents
We all gon' get the chonies
Backdoor kicker, oh, for surely
Glock 19 in my left hand while I'm recording
Ask him how he know about me
'cause his bitch adore me
Uh, I don't want your bitch, lil' bro
She can't do nothin' for me
Every bitch come with pussy
I need some more cheese
Nigga, we rollin' big bumbles
We need some more trees
Nigga heard my music, stuck like crack
Big C4 morphine and she ain't suck my dick
She jawed the team
Nigga get money, got more to bring
Bitch keep droppin' hints
Tryna make me get some sort of ring
Now I pull a Trackhawk on that block
Where I used to be loitering
Twenty-seven carats in my wrist
Call Bugs Bunny
But them ain't all my carats
Three more in my ring
I don't know where you been
But gettin' this money
That's sorta our thing
Paperboy Charlie, game fucked up
Fuckboy tryna join our team
Z Money ski still ski, you get thirty shots
These still free
Bangin' on pots, I was young, like three
Came from shit, I'm free
Watched my son turn three
Ayy, and I don't got a drink for a bitch
But we sex on the beach
Big 4 wearin' these Prada sandals
I keep gettin' sand on my feet
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause they
Might take the stand on me
Percocet got me itchin'
Adderall got me focusing (Go)
I take my bitch to the spot, vitamin D
Old family friends hate this
They don't even like her with me
Pullin' up to granny spot
I'm keepin' my pipe on the seat
Nigga, my hood a dark zone
No lights on the street
Ayy, a hundred shots'll make the whole
Block hot like Texas Pete
The first thing that bitch do
Is look at my wrist, Then look at my feet
Hey, I'm just now wakin'
These fuck niggas up
A lot of you niggas been sleep
Ayy, I can't go wrong with
Prezzley P on my beat, Go