Racist Designers (Radio Edit) ft. B coop Lyrics

This shit that we on is rare

I put that shit on its rare

Soon as I pull up they stare

I see em thru my cartier

Might throw a check in the air

How you get that up in here

I get a bitch by the pair

Hit from the back I might pull out her hair

Young nigga wild with style we major

Step on the stage the crowd go brazy

Tulooo Gear all them designers be racist

Now we got 100s to put up for later

Dripping this sauce your bitch diggin the flavor

Put on your cape boy you betta come save her

Last year it was now or never

Look at us now nigga we made it

Cartier help me see clear

How I do it I know it ain't fair

When I say shoot

Where

Hit that pussy nigga

There

I throw hunduns in the air

I came to ball up in here

Wishing my dogs was here

She make it all disappear

Suck it up baby no time for the barking

He wanna argue nigga we sparking

We was them niggas just walkin on larking

Now just to pull up on niggas we charging

Ima keep running up bands marching

No bitch I'm not ya man I'm heartless

All this money it came with some charges

Left in a ghost but I came in a rari

Hit her then dipped and I ain't even sorry

Asked me if I give a fuck hardly

Stepped in this bitch with a tech and a carbon

Thought you was booking some regular artists

Stepped in this bitch with a tech and a carbon

Thought you was booking some regular artists

This shit that we on is rare

I put that shit on its rare

Soon as I pull up they stare

I see em thru my cartier

Might throw a check in the air

How you get that up in here

I get a bitch by the pair

Hit from the back I might pull out her hair

Young niggas wild with style we major

Step on the stage the crowd go brazy

Tulooo Gear all them designers be racist

Now we got 100s to put up for later

Dripping this sauce your bitch diggin the flavor

Put on your cape boy you betta come save her

Last year it was now or never

Look at us now nigga we made it

You want it you need it I'm having

24/7 nigga we trapping

I'm feeding the streets but I'm macking

Got to keep it discreet niggas packing

Fresh why you trap when you rap you be spazzing

I'm good with the rap but I trap with a passion

Fuck this rhyming come and get you a package

Diamonds complement my fashion

All night I got j's calling

All day got the trap beating

Got shooters and we ain't balling

So fuck all that rap beefing

I served em a pack for the maximum

That have a nigga flexing its tax season

Shut the fuck up stop the track even

Gotta watch out for them rats squeaking

These racks coming in but them drugs leaving

This black f and n leave ya thug leaking

Everywhere that I be like the plug meeting

Bitch shut the fuck up when the plug speaking

Got ya whore she geeking think she Puerto Rican

Titties mediocre but she Georgia peaching

She like the Rollie look like water leaking

I might take her ot fuck her for the weekend

This shit that we on is rare

I put that shit on its rare

Soon as I pull up they stare

I see em thru my cartier

Might throw a check in the air

How you get that up in here

I get a bitch by the pair

Hit from the back I might pull out her hair

Young niggas wild with style we major

Step on the stage the crowd go brazy

Tulooo Gear all them designers be racist

Now we got 100s to put up for later

Dripping this sauce your bitch diggin the flavor

Put on your cape boy you betta come save her

Last year it was now or never

Look at us now nigga we made it