Smoking Designer

At the end of the day i'm with u right or wrong You ain't got no racks then you can't ride along Baguettes on my neck for the times had to sit in the dark by myself I put Tris in the cup even though it ain't good for my health If i eat you gon eat im a leader i look out for y'all I can't slide to the party i'm booked out fa now I fell so in love with the Tris i poured out Back to back Maybach me and my niggas been smoking designer My niggas gon die fore they think bout dishonor I'm passing that bitch to lil bro like it's soccer Numbing my pain with the drank i been sipping I can't control how i feel but it's killing It feel so great shedding tears to my winnings The money just make me feel better i sleep with my racks right beside me You din't have my back when i went through that pain u can't guide me I'm still the same young nigga the racks can't define me