Designer Shoes

[Verse] Yeah, hol' up I might hit that bih', yeah, in some Gucci socks I just shot a pussy nigga in a parking lot, yeah Let me talk my shit, let me get this shit (Real trap shit) Nigga poppin' shit, (China), 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 sellin' crystal I can't even hold you, I can't fuck with none of these niggas, they bitches All of these niggas, they 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 (Yeah) And she got designer shoes (Yeah) And I got designer too Too sick, that bitch done caught the flu (Yeah) My bitch from Atlanta too (Yeah) She hit the bitch with that 22 (Yeah) I could put a bag on you (Yeah) I could put them racks on you (Yeah) I just got the tracks, yeah (Yeah) I'ma pull her tracks too (Yeah) Ratchet bitch so bad Butterfly doors, spent a million on clothes Yeah, AP two-tone, bought that bitch on the road Yeah, lemme call my partner up, yeah, he got clean dope Yeah, she want clean dope Yeah, I want some lean, ho Yeah, I need a mean hoe Yeah, she trap with the kid, yeah That what them folks sayin' Young nigga don't miss, yeah Young nigga don't miss, hol' up [Chorus] 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 [Open Verse]