Gangsta in Designer (No Concept) - Schoolboy Q

[Intro:]
N_gga ain't got no concept to this sh_t
So I was just on some crazy sh_t like...
Yeah~!

[Chorus:]
Bad b_tch - long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
Flat stomach - double D's, please be the berkin bag
Designer heels - her man's pants how you fit in that?
(Hehehehe, yeah you feel me right? Heh)
Look at me - Ray-Bans, I ain't tryin to see you fags
Jean jacket - different colored pants, I ain't tryin to match
Smooth watch - tag and see my ass pop the thirty tag

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Okay I'm "energized", say my tunes turn her on
This ain't "Enterprise" but kick it boo, let's bring it on
I'm hella high, back to back I smoke alone
Unless my n_gga Soul around then f_ck it cause let's blow a zone
Now carry on, assume you n_ggaz need a loan
Quit it with the textin cause and go and make a song
My foreign ho, b_tch call me a maricon
Always rockin sh_t I never seen or I never known
Name grown, overseas fitted
Sergio Tacchini shirt, real Grippa slippers
Y.S.L., see the logo on my zipper
Broad servin me she goin down, yeah I had to tip her
Uhh, a-ten-hut!

[Chorus]

[ScHoolboy Q:]
#HiiPoWeR b_tch! Let 'em know the players here
I said #HiiPoWeR b_tch! Gimme gangster of the year
This for my holmes on Figg and homies on the tier
Always keep this sh_t groovy n_gga not sheds a tear
Black gat, black whip, no tags on it
Face tats cause for sure gon' throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap, n_gga motherf_ck the cops
DEA and all the feds gon' be my murder plot
Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started crackin b_tches started cookin onions
Uhh; now my weed habit always funded
And these college broads be f_ckin do whatever have 'em flunkin
Uhh, a-ten-hut! Yeah

[Chorus]

[ScHoolboy Q:]
B_tch say she like my songs, so I do her
She love a street n_gga that done jumped up out the cooler
Young ass entrepreneur
In the 40/40 club, trippin like I ain't from Hoover
No bottles, no tables, I just wanna f_ck
You you you and you, yeah they know whassup~!
Only one at a time, baby slow it down
Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds
She doin all the things you say she say do
Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue
Stickin to the script like motherf_ckin glue
Got your birdie on my wood like the b_tches from the Lou~!
Ohh, a-ten-hut!

[Chorus]

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