Designer Junkies ft. GrindHard E & ATM ALEE Lyrics

When that bag in, I'ma bust it down, bitch, we all gon' eat

I was gettin' paid to slide, bitch, it cost the beef

Now I'm gettin' paid to talk shit, nigga, talk ain't cheap

Let me OD, you can't OD

PMK chain hittin' hard, Gary did this piece

Eatin' hard, Hutch did his piece

I gotta move around off the train, cause I go to sleep

Fast car like a NASCAR comin' down your street

The weed that I'm blowin', this shit is not for cheap

Bro got a different kinda heat, I bark him up the tree

D&G shoes on off the off-white tee

We finish shoot a movie like we Spike Lee

Post some ice in my cup, you know we get the ice cheap

My pop dirtier than a motherfucker, look like iced tea

Lil Dawg's right behind me, got like five heats

Let the police get behind them, they go high speed

New kit, VVS, that I just embossed

Chicken bucket on his head to get the problems solved

Move the white, movin' pounds, now we doin' fraud

Firing out the cullinan, like, I'ma shootin' stars

Lil E, mix some Trish and Wok, that's why they nodding off

I get the flicking out the whip while they drivin' off

He got a couple B's, still ah take the charge

He tried to run-off on the plug, he didn't make it far

I don't need perks, I make her squirt and make that pussy fart

Told the bitch, before you fuck with me, I gotta read your chart

If it's a problem, I'll make the call, I gotta feed my shark

Nigga try to reach for this chain, he gon' lose his arm

Bro paid 50 for the piece, not a regular charm

Dirty ass bitch, ring run, man, this bitch a germ

Bullets hot, hit him up top, give his ass a perm

When my money smoky, shit, I feel like worm

Run off, get smoked, don't get a chance to learn

Everybody get a chance to shine, you gotta wait your turn

If you do him bad, you gotta grind, all your life, I take a turn

25 hit him in his Ponti, paralyzed, he can't make a turn

Forged a yacht, sold a whip, can't get close to the curb

Leave the hood, get a crib that's close to the berm

Ride with a dog and a stick and probably a bird

Don't let a fiend get up front till it's close to the third

Bitch head down, but she far from a nerd

The way my lil' nigga spittin' every day, you would think it's the purse

Somebody got a scent, but I ain't fuckin' if it smellin' like perch

Bitch, if you want it, make me happy, buy a pint of some syrup

Have my fiend test the work out, we not buyin' it first

Everything I buy be exclusive, I'm buyin' it first

Drop your bitch off, keep her on whips till she can't drive to work