Designer Drip

[Intro]
Ay Rocky, this wavy

[Chorus]
Lay low from jakes
Me and Bonez made him taste this blade
I need some designer drip, so I copped a T-shirt with Kelvin's face
On the wing, didn't have no shank
We had to fist fight like TMA
We'll be okay
Your friends get bored and relocate
Lay low from jakes
Me and Bonez made him taste this blade
I need some designer drip, so I copped a T-shirt with Kelvin's face
On the wing, didn't have no shank
We had to fist fight like TMA
We'll be okay
Your friends get bored and relocate

[Verse 1]
I ain't got no love for my opp, so I'll find where he's laying, I'll piss on his grave (On his grave)
Or do it like *****, back that blade and push it in face (Ching)
Syro wants to jump on tracks, pulled up on him and he ran away (He ran)
Come, taste this blade
Don't you forget we bully Green Lanes
And Shambo gave him six or seven
Lampz got bun and got sent to heaven (Ha-ha)
Don't need no weapons, punch man out like a game of Tekken (Tekken)
Went jail I never learnt my lesson, I'm back in the field like David Beckham
Or Aaron Lennon, I've been a bad yute from the age of seven
They ain't slapped their wap, it's celibate (They ain't)
Like a baby, man get rid of it (Get rid of it)
Can't fuck that bitch, she hideous
Only fuck her if she brown like cinnamon
They ain't slapped their wap, it's celibate
Like a baby, man get rid of it (Get rid of it)
Can't fuck that bitch, she hideous
Only fuck her if she brown like cinnamon (Like cinnamon)

[Chorus]
Lay low from jakes
Me and Bonez made him taste this blade
I need some designer drip, so I copped a T-shirt with Kelvin's face
On the wing, didn't have no shank
We had to fist fight like TMA
We'll be okay
Your friends get bored and relocate
Lay low from jakes
Me and Bonez made him taste this blade
I need some designer drip, so I copped a T-shirt with Kelvin's face
On the wing, didn't have no shank
We had to fist fight like TMA
We'll be okay
Your friends get bored and relocate

[Verse 2]
Said I'm feeling old-school
Get round there on my peddle bike (On my peddle)
When I'm tapped like Sideshow Bob
It was me and my ZK knife (Ching)
Three in the back and two in the front
I'm in the Aves tryna juice man's knife
Skengs, skengs get beat like Alesha (Like Alesha)
So, you better just run for your life
I hope man don't hop that fence (Why?)
I'm trynna leave T-shirts red
Slap that corn, aim straight for your head
Don't move right, you will get left (You left)
Like Cupid, aim for your chest, I'm tryna put man in my fucking splegs
Yep, all of their friends are dead
Lampa, Lampa, get put in my benz (In my benz)
And ever since your boss got shot (Got shot)
Who have you-who have you fucking dropped?
I wait ten minutes, like take that loss
I swear Kelvin got put in a coffin
And we even got his head back box
Line man up for a couple crops
Stop, stop, I'm in the bando just chopping down rocks
Dreaderz just chilling with God
Three of them are chilling in pots (In pots)
And my rambo's coming like frost
Stutter, murmur, I hear him cough (Uh-uh)
Dreaderz just chilling with God
Three of them are chilling in pots (In pots)
And this bitch just does her job
I like how she gets all the paigon drops (I love)

[Chorus]
Lay low from jakes
Me and Bonez made him taste this blade
I need some designer drip, so I copped a T-shirt with Kelvin's face
On the wing, didn't have no shank
We had to fist fight like TMA
We'll be okay
Your friends get bored and relocate
Lay low from jakes
Me and Bonez made him taste this blade
I need some designer drip, so I copped a T-shirt with Kelvin's face
On the wing, didn't have no shank
We had to fist fight like TMA
We'll be okay
Your friends get bored and relocate