White Lows Off Designer (feat. Lil Durk)

歌詞

Ayy, you know the rules, shoot first, then we get discussin' (Yah) 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 he was with you (I'm sorry) "He ain't even like 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