Designer - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Wake up—)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]

Huh, huh, huh

Designer shoes, designer pants, designer shirt

You can call me Designer Man, huh, I got designer merch

If I fuck with her then, huh, I'm put designer on her

Balenciaga bag, bitch, this not a purse

I done put Balmain on my ass, and I Prada'd her

I been switchin' lanes, goin' fast, bitch, I'm outta here

And it's still free my nigga Jeff, yeah, let them outta there

I feel like Jeff Bezos, I get that bag, then I'm outta there

Lately I been on my alien swag, bitch, I'm outta here

Hol' up, let me switch the gear

If we go on a drill and you get caught, you better not shed a tear

I pour fours of that Wock', yeah, that drop, bitch, I don't sip on no beer

I pull up on your bitch with them knots, fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I'm having, for real

Hunnids all blue like the Navy SEAL

Before I roll up I take these pills

I love these opiates, yeah, for real

Lil' bitch I'm Opium, huh

He claim he got money, huh, huh, huh, then lil' nigga show me some, huh

I'm totin' that Tommy, huh, huh, huh, I'm totin' a machine gun, huh, huh

Nah, ain't shit funny, huh, I'm laughing at these niggas 'cause they all peons

I'm a designer junkie, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, huh

[Bridge: Ken Carson]

Designer cars, huh, huh, huh, designer clothes, yeah

Designer my broad, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, huh (Schyeah)

Designer everything, (Schyeah), huh, huh, huh, designer everything, yeah (Schyeah)

Designer everything, (Swoah) yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah (Zoom)

Designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]

Huh, designer everything, designer vehicles, designer weaponry

Designer bitches, huh, designer hoes, tryna have sex with me

Designer drugs, huh, designer high, designer ecstasy

Designer swag, huh, designer fly, designer everything

Make him put down his flag, huh, that boy not gang, he just a bitch to me

Give a fuck who he is and fuck what he claim, huh, it don't mean shit to me

Give a fuck who she is, I don't care if she bad, she better get used to missin' me

Huh, we pourin' codeine straight out the motherfuckin' pint, lil' bitch, I'm pushin' P, huh

Chanel all over my boxers, your bitch, she stepping all over the double C

7-pointer chains on my neck, c'mon, lets sail the seven seas

These niggas Planktons, yeah, I'm cookin' the Krabby Patties, you can't get the recipe

Money comin' in, we add it up, and no we don't subtract a thing

Huh, huh, Money Man just walked in, huh, yeah tell that Broke Man, "Stop all that broke talking"

Tell Dolce Man, that Balenci' Man just walked in

I keep all my jewelry, broke niggas trade they watches in

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]

(Wake up—)

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Designer clothes, designer shoes, designer shirt, huh, huh

Exotic drugs for me and bitch, we off of the merks, uh, huh

This ain't no Perc', huh, huh, this a Quaalude, huh

Exotic my shoe, huh, huh, huh, exotic high, huh

I'm goin' to the moon, huh, huh, huh, exotic vibe, yeah

She off of them shrooms, uh, uh, huh

Exotic whip, huh, exotic coupe, huh, huh, huh

That lil' boy get dipped, huh, he get X'd out his crew, huh, huh, huh

That lil' bitch get flipped, huh, I X her out too, huh, huh, huh

I leave her a tip, yeah, because I'm not rude, uh, huh, huh

I pay my dues, huh, designer my shoes, huh, you could'nt walk a mile in these

Marni Mules, uh, huh, huh, huh, huh