Tee Grizzley, Lil Durk - White Lows Off Designer lyrics

Ayy, you know the rules, shoot first
Then we can discuss it (yeah)
Ever saw a headshot? That shit ain't nothin'
(Naw)
Ever ate jail food? That shit disgusting
(Ugh) they talk that killer shit
Them niggas bluffin' (Cap)
I take 'em back to nights
Catchin' niggas at the traffic light
(There they go)
Hangin' out the window, 'bout to
Shoot and the gun jam, right
(Shit) i swear a nigga heart dropped
Like the gas price
I'm tapping bro, screamin' like
"Do the dash right" (Pull up)
Shit knock when it's playing
They don't know what that's like
(They don't know what that's like)
And one of your guys got his brains clapped
(Bow)
Now pull up on his mama and explain that
(Shit)
How you gon' give her that news? She just
Talked to him and hе was with you
(I'm sorry)
"He ain't even likе that, it's your fault
What the hell you get him into?" (It ain't)

I got my own problems
Money ain't gon' solve 'em
White lows off designer, loyalty no option
Please don't start no drama
We the ones get shit poppin'
Please don't break yo' promise
Please just keep shit honest
I got my own problems
Money ain't gon' solve 'em
White lows off designer, loyalty no option
Please don't start no drama
We the ones get shit poppin'
Please don't break your promise
Please just keep shit honest

I'm on the block with my brother, my siblings
I love my city, I'm one of the realest
I went a year without seeing my children
The way that he move
I got feelings he stealing
I hate the smell of the
Percs when I'm pissing
I'm being honest, not working with feelings
I'm being honest, it hurt when you did it
He tried to snake me, it hurt when he did it
Don't wanna hear all them lies today
I hate when a nigga procrastinate
High off the pill like I died today
Puttin' the ashes on Patek face
All of my shows, get in with the strap
I get the pills and put one in my mouth
They in the trap, they shoot dice in the trap
I'm in the streets and I don't gotta rap
I'm turning up, I got all of the doubt
Niggas be bitches, got all of the clout
I beat the odds, then figured it out
I beat the charge then ran to my house
Me, I'd give it all up
Me don't believe in karma
They tried to starve us
If it weren't for my mama, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got my own problems
Money ain't gon' solve 'em
White lows off designer, loyalty no option
Please don't start no drama
We the ones get shit poppin'
Please don't break yo' promise
Please just keep shit honest
I got my own problems
Money ain't gon' solve 'em
White lows off designer, loyalty no option
Please don't start no drama
We the ones get shit poppin'
Please don't break your promise
Please just keep shit honest