Havana

You know what I'm on Designer on my body and they copy like a clone And they keep on callin up my phone How I got it going on now On my own now Got two phones runnin two homes now I can not switch On my boss sh*t J the sickest in the city make you vomit I'm the greatest like Muhammad And you know I body sh*t On my double homi sh*t I got henny in my cup This a calming sip I got vv's on my neck This ain't common drip You can drip check This ain't SI's on my neck See I only want the neck Then I kick it like what's next See I really get respect I confess I need money nothing less Got em feelin kinda pressed They be jealous in the chest Take a trip for the bands I be road runnin If you tryna bust up Let me know somethin Got the sprite and the syrup Let me pour somethin In the streets it get cold Have your nose runnin Got a stick on my hip Finna blow somethin Take a trip for the bands I be road runnin If you tryna boss up Let me know somethin Let me know somethin You know ima go Designer on my body from my head to the toe Yeah you know what I be on Amiri for the denim And I'm drippin in vlone I ain't never had a hand out had to get it on my own now They can't say they put my on now And I know they tryna copy but they ain't what I be on now And I pull up to the party and they bumping all my songs So I'm caution When I'm moving Cuz I know I can move wrong And I ain't worry Cuz I know they won't do harm I'm the sickest in the city you can tell by how I'm coughin Swear they hear my body wanna see me in a coffin In ain't tryna take no loses gotta stay up on my floss shit boss shit Ya you know how we be poppin Gotta turn it up And I'm on point When I'm movin Cuz you know they watchin all my movements You know I can't move wrong I know hustlers in the city I can put you on And these corpse sit In my closet You know I'll take you on I know killers in the city I can get you gone I ain't stuntin on no slatt shit I'm a dawg Loyalty Over Everything Take a trip for the bands I be road runnin If you tryna bust up Let me know somethin Got the sprite and the syrup Let me pour somethin In the streets it get cold Have your nose runnin Got a stick on my hip Finna blow somethin Take a trip for the bands I be road runnin If you tryna boss up Let me know somethin Let me know somethin Ay keep your girl away from j Cuz you know she loves Dior