Designer Socks

48Hz, forty-eight pounds Four hundred forty-eight, get 'em gone now (Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga Get your ass popped, Boy) Go, go (Yeah) Ayy (Ayy) , ayy, ayy (For sure) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah) yeah, yeah (Go, go) Cuffs in my pants, you see my designer socks Big Boss C4, I come back and buy the block Always knew you could clean any situation Long as you had a mop, Ayy High-speed on the cops, check a Check in 'til I drop, Uh My fingers get to itchin', uh I still remember pitchin' I didn't have a MySpace But I still had the bitches Ain't gon' get no money with This rap shit, nigga You don't know this business Gave the pack, he fumbled, take him out Tore his Achilles I'm my guardian angel, a shark in the tanker We robbed him, he bankrupt One day last year mid-April 4 got rap money, I'm no longer robbin' Niggas should be thankful Uh, catch me kickin' it with Pharmacists and street bankers Got them niggas up off your brother ass But he thanked us Niggas don't really wanna go Outside with me, He dangerous Adderall, Percocets sneakin' up on me And I can't let none of My niggas be my opponents We all gon' get the chonies Backdoor kicker, oh, for surely Glock 19 in my left hand while I'm recording Ask him how he know about me 'cause his bitch adore me Uh, I don't want your bitch, lil' bro She can't do nothin' for me Every bitch come with pussy I need some more cheese Nigga, we rollin' big bumbles We need some more trees Nigga heard my music, stuck like crack Big C4 morphine and she ain't suck my dick She jawed the team Nigga get money, got more to bring Bitch keep droppin' hints Tryna make me get some sort of ring Now I pull a Trackhawk on that block Where I used to be loitering Twenty-seven carats in my wrist Call Bugs Bunny But them ain't all my carats Three more in my ring I don't know where you been But gettin' this money That's sorta our thing Paperboy Charlie, game fucked up Fuckboy tryna join our team Z Money ski still ski, you get thirty shots These still free Bangin' on pots, I was young, like three Came from shit, I'm free Watched my son turn three Ayy, and I don't got a drink for a bitch But we sex on the beach Big 4 wearin' these Prada sandals I keep gettin' sand on my feet Do my dirt all by myself 'cause they Might take the stand on me Percocet got me itchin' Adderall got me focusing (Go) I take my bitch to the spot, vitamin D Old family friends hate this They don't even like her with me Pullin' up to granny spot I'm keepin' my pipe on the seat Nigga, my hood a dark zone No lights on the street Ayy, a hundred shots'll make the whole Block hot like Texas Pete The first thing that bitch do Is look at my wrist, Then look at my feet Hey, I'm just now wakin' These f*ck niggas up A lot of you niggas been sleep Ayy, I can't go wrong with Prezzley P on my beat, Go