Designer Ken Carson (Ft. Destroy Lonely)

[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