I only rock designer when I pop out
Pull up in that foreign then I hop out
Bag full of bands, brought the bank out
I only fuck with hittas, so they pop out
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, I'm flexing when I pop out
Pop out, tell them bitches pop out
Catch a opp lackin, liking when we gon' pop outKatie in the shit, I'm about to pop out
My hittas be on point with that Gloc out
Catch yo' ass lackin, you get stretched out
Catch me down, her name is what I catch out
And everything designer when I step out
Caught a gun in case I have to bail out
The law mad, I won't snitch, I'm not no sell out
Fuck the jerks, tell them let cayo back out
And I might be the mess for them, I drill out
Any off the shits till I pass out
They like cady gibb, plus it when she pop out
Gucci, Louie, Prada, when I pop out
Missmatcher designer and it's not out
Bitch, I'm smoking dope, it's simply knocked down
D12 nut, then I knock out
I be round four, counting bands with Katie
My niggas shooting shit up when they come with hating
Pull a trigger's bullets pop out
Hit him in his face, brains pop out
Danger is outside, you better go in
Killers for design, for the low in
Fucks your baby momma for a soul in
It's like eeverytime I pop, they be going in
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