Lil Tracy – Designer Talk (ft. Lil Keed) (Audio, Lyrics)

Lil Tracy is here with “Designer Talk” featuring Lil Keed. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Mario Petersen, LNKmusic & IanoBeatz.

Lil Tracy Designer Talk

Lil Tracy’s faced plenty of ups and downs in his careers that informs the music he makes. However, it seems like he’s back on his grind in the way that we’ve wanted to see him. Releasing several singles, and landing a few bigger collaborations, it’s truly hard to deny Tracy’s contributions to the game in a limited amount of time.

The rapper came through with his latest single this week, tapping YSL’s Lil Keed for their new single, “Designer Talk.” Filled with bourgeoisie references, and autotune-laden vocals, the pair a muddy banger where they stunt on their haters with humorous bars like, “Boy, you lookin’ like 12, ’cause you whippin’ a Ford.” Keed and Tracy’s unorthodox approach, from their fashion to music, is a similarity they share. On “Designer Talk,” they refine their individual weirdness and mesh them together for a trunk-rattling banger.

Lil Tracy – Designer Talk (ft. Lil Keed) (prod. Mario Petersen, LNKmusic & IanoBeatz)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tracy]
(IanoBeatz)
Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk
Designer talk, designer talk
Yeah, yeah (Hol’ up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lego lego

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Who is you? I’ve never seen you before
I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore
You know they love me when I walk in the store
Sippin’ sparklin’ water in Christian Dior
Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour
I’m not lovin’ you baby, you can’t get adored
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy you lookin’ like 12 ’cause you whippin’ the Ford

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Amiri Jeans, I got bands in my pocket (Yeah)
I cannot fit the stack in the wallet
You the plug, don’t get pulled out the socket
Watch your back ’cause these niggas not solid
Asian bitch got me sippin’ on Sake
Throw the meat in her mouth like Hibachi
I got reasons for me to be cocky
I’m the shit bitch I need me a potty
Niggas talking ’bout how I can’t rap, okay
Then how I get rich off of rap?
These niggas they lame and that statement a fact
And that nigga my son, but I’m not claimin’ that
Jump out the pussy then jump on a beat
I dunk on the rookie, welcome to the league
That boy is a simp, fell in love with a freak
And that water on me, I swear life is a beach (Let’s go)
Okay, let’s get it, let’s go
Let’s get it, let’s go
They see a nigga with some racks, they think I sold my soul (That I sold my soul), no, no
See a nigga in [?], I’m spinnin’ on roads (Road, road, road)
I can’t move my wrist, I swear to God it’s froze, woah, woah
Designer walk, designer talk, designer bitch (Yeah, designer bitch)
I like Chanel and Givenchy shit (I do)
Swear to God, I ain’t think I’d be rich (I ain’t think I’d be rich)
Okay, these niggas is sold out, got cash in the vault and I smoke out the zip
He mad that his girl likin’ my pics, I mean, it is what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Tracy & Lil Keed]
Who is you? I’ve never seen you before
I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore
You know they love me when I walk in the store (Let’s go)
Sippin’ sparklin’ water in Christian Dior
Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour (Let’s go)
I’m not lovin’ you baby, you can’t get adored
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy you lookin’ like 12 ’cause you whippin’ the Ford (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Ayy, ayy (Talk to ’em), ayy-ayy
I’m tryna [?] a Wraith
Ayy, ayy, I apply all the pressure
We gon’ kill the case (Talk to ’em Keed)
I know your slime, that shoot the spot up (Grrah, grrah, grrah), broad day
I know y’all don’t wanna beef (No sir), ’cause YSL get straight (Hey-hey, let’s go)
Fisherman stick for the Uzi (Hey-hey)
I’m busy, no time for no coochie (Hey-hey)
Whole hunnid shots out the toolie (Hey-hey, swag)
Ain’t hesitatin’ to pull it (Hey-hey)
Okay, just make sure my machinery fully (Woo, woo)
I step in the Gucci socks, I’m winnin’, I ain’t never lost (Never)
I’m sorry, I never talk (Never)
Don’t got the testicules (Hey), you take a big loss (Ha)
Yes I’m a big boss (Hoe), I’m not the task force (Hey)
I’m a Bellaire Boy (Hey), lil’ bitch how I paid for (Hey)
When we smokin’, it’s real nuts
Pay attention, I’m real nosy
Fuck prescription, I’m real focused
Get some head from a bitch, she deep throat it

[Chorus: Lil Tracy & Lil Keed]
Who is you? I’ve never seen you before (Ayy, ayy)
I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore (Slatt, slatt)
You know they love me when I walk in the store (I’m back, haha, hmm, slatt, slatt)
Sippin’ sparklin’ water in Christian Dior
Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour
I’m not lovin’ you baby, you can’t get adored (Slimeball)
I play with my racks and I never get bored
Boy you lookin’ like 12 ’cause you whippin’ the Ford