White Lows Off Designer (feat. Lil Durk)

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 **** bluffin' (Cap)

I take 'em back to nights, catchin' **** at the traffic light (There they go)

Hangin' out the window, 'bout to shoot and the gun jam, right (Shit)

I swear a **** 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 **** 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

**** 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