Designer Junkie (Intro) Lyrics

My deck got dealt with hella jokers, thrown in Gotham City

I can see the fake because they broke or tryna plot against me

They won't never know how hard I go, the hustle lie within me

I'll do some fuck shit out of spite but never out of pity

I know they out to get me

Already told y'all how it goes way back on keep busy

I just upped some pink fifties, money help me think clearly

I've been turnin' nothin' to somethin' don't need a thing near me

Turnt this shit round 360

Real-Really started seein' pape, and now shit seem different

Circle small, a special ed bus could fit the team in it

Designer junkie, purple or Ksubi, pick the jeans with it

I got all of these, Abdu'l-Jabbars, feel like Kareem spittin'

Snakin' through the grass over some green, y'all some green bitches

Make you bop your head so damn hard, look like a fein twitchin'

So many trees up inside this bitch, look like it's fein Christmas

Clean as fuck inside that courtroom, Polo Tee crispy

I don't need no purple drink to have him lean with me

Pops was thuggin' out off of the drink and got a mean kidney

Bitchin' instead of fixin' your problems, you a queen sissy

Come and get a EP done today, it cost about 350

Comparin' me to you, that shit not the same

Comparin' him to me, what the fuck you think

Jxckk trippin' all over this beat like, what the fuck he drank?

Bout money, my judgment never clouded, I'm gon' make it rain

Me-me and bro gon' spark this wood, that's my twin flame

Distrokid check and', soundcloud check, call it twin pape

In traffic cuttin', whippin' this shit up, Drayko the sensei

I live by two morals, always stay real and get paid

Been gettin' legal money, you can ask about my bag

I swear ya'll always been squares just like some fuckin' plad

Threw the w*** while we was on the run said, "I don't know what I had"

Just beat the beat up without a hook, I keep on throwin' jabs

Gettin' bills just like Josh Allen, I don't fuck with the Jags

Treat 12 just like some gators, they behind, then I'm gon' run in zags

You-you-you won't never catch me glitchin', I don't pop no lags

Only thing I'm poppin' is my shit when I pop these tags

I don't beg, but in this case, I'ma beg to differ

High as fuck, I'm in the mood to snooze, got me bumpin' SZA

You would cross your mans to be the king, you just like the bishop

Guess how many fucks I really give, it's near none to little

I'm really locked the fuck in, I'm onto somethin' with this one

Money spread, to spread the message, go and fuckin' get some

Left school cause I don't need knowledge, when I got wisdom

Don't cut your mans out now, then when he up, act like you miss him

I swear to God

The fuck kinda shit is that?

Hahaha

Yeah

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