Gangsta In Designer Lyrics - Habits & Contradictions - Schoolboy Q

[Intro:] 

Nigga ain't got no concept to this shit 

So I was just on some crazy shit like... 

Yeah~! 

[Chorus:] 

Bad bitch - 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 nigga Soul around then fuck it cause let's blow a zone 

Now carry on, assume you niggaz need a loan 

Quit it with the textin cause and go and make a song 

My foreign ho, bitch call me a maricon 

Always rockin shit 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 bitch! Let 'em know the players here 

I said #HiiPoWeR bitch! Gimme gangster of the year 

This for my holmes on Figg and homies on the tier 

Always keep this shit groovy nigga 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, nigga motherfuck the cops 

DEA and all the feds gon' be my murder plot 

Money cash hoes by the dozen 

Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions 

Uhh; now my weed habit always funded 

And these college broads be fuckin do whatever have 'em flunkin 

Uhh, a-ten-hut! Yeah 

[Chorus] 

[ScHoolboy Q:] 

Bitch say she like my songs, so I do her 

She love a street nigga 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 fuck 

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 motherfuckin glue 

Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou~! 

Ohh, a-ten-hut! 

[Chorus] 

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