(Wake up, F1lthy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Designer my shirt
Designer my shoes
VVS my ring
VVs my chain
Most of you n***as lame
You can't hang with the gang
Yeah little bitch im wit the mob
We rock out like guitar
Most of these n***as frauds
Lil bitch keep the Glock
And I get the guap
Make it rain never stop

[Verse 1]
Pull up with choppas we letting them hit
Finna go fuck on your bitch and then dip
That little bitch wanna tip
Told her to pull up and give me some tip, yeah
Finna pull up in a tonka no lil bitch im swerving in a hellcat, yeah
They calling me danny pushing the phantom
Bitch im finna go fast yeah
All of these n***as be talking that shit
Wait till I pull out my racks, yeah
Bitch I be making the stacks
Bitch I be making the real big, yeah
Yeah my stacks so big this shit can't fit in the back, yeah
You fucking with the gang fuck around shoot you in your back, yeah
Lil bitch im with the mob bitch we making all this guap, yeah
Yeah ive been making these bands bitch im making them real big, yeah
[Chorus]
Designer my shirt
Designer my shoes
VVS my ring
VVs my chain
Most of you n***as lame
You can't hang with the gang
Yeah little bitch im wit the mob
We rock out like guitar
Most of these n***as frauds
Lil bitch keep the Glock
And I get the guap
Make it rain never stop

[Verse 2]
Shoot up at your block
Yeah you know we shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Yeah bitch shoot your block
And we looking for opps
They're gonna end up dead
If they touch my bread
And they talk on gang
Shoot them in their brain