Playboi Carti - Designer Shoes lyrics

Yeah, hol' up i might hit that bitch yeah
In some Gucci socks
I just shot a pussy nigga in the parking lot
(What?)
Let me talk my shit, let me get this shit
Nigga poppin' shit, let me pop my shit
I want 250, just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
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 selling crystal
I can't even hold you, I can't
Fuck with none of these niggas, they bitches
All of these niggas hating on Cash (Hol' up)
We fucking these bitches (Hol' up)
We got money too (Slatt)
I smoked a pound or two
Got a bitch she rocking Prada too
And she got designer shoes and
I got designer too
Too sick, that bitch done caught the flu
My bitch from Atlanta too
She hit the bitch with that 22
I could put a bag on you (yeah)
I could put them racks on you (Bitch)
I just got the tracks, yeah
I'mma pull her tracks too
Ratchet bitch so bad
Butterfly doors, spend a mil on clothes
AP two-tone, bought that bitch on the road
Lemme call my partner up, yeah
He got clean dope she want clean dope
I want some lean, ho i need a mean hoe
She trap with the kid, yeah
That what them folks sayin'
Young nigga don't miss, yeah
Young nigga don't miss

And then I met ya just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
I gotta rock this shit
I gotta rock this shit
I gotta rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit
Just to rock this shit