Designer Drugs Quavo (Ft. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Intro: Quavo]
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs

[Chorus: Quavo]
I put a mil' in the attic
I fell in love with the drugs, I think I'm a addict
Percocet, molly, and Xanax
I feel like I land on the planet
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I put a mil' in the attic
I fell in love with the drugs, I think I'm a addict
Percocet, molly, and Xanax
I feel like I land on the planet
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I put a four in a liter
I used to trap out a Regal
My mom used to trap off a beeper
I look at the molly and eat them
I am all out of narcotics
All of my bitches exotic
You niggas drinking on Watson
I keep the chopper for plotting
I keep the white like cotton
Look at your pot, it's rotten
We're never going in a drought
Junkies coming in and out
I used to run in your house
Wrapping up you and your spouse
I used to be sleep on the couch
And now I cash out, no amount
I pop a Perc and then I'm out
I spent two million on a house
Run the money up like a route
Sober niggas out of style
Cobra niggas get the power
Fifty thousand for the style
I'm in the Coupe with no miles
Balling like Darius Miles
If you want the drugs I'm on, you need to pull up right now
I pop it, I feel like a ghost
My niggas doing the most
I'm never gon' set up my folks
I got more sand than the coast