Designer Drugs

[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 [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 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Slipping, cripping, drinking blood Short bus shawty on the school bus I think I'm on everything but the dust Itching like a junkie when I'm on Tuss I pop a Perc and the Vicodin Grab me a Fanta, I'm spiking it Dab in Designer, they biting it I hit the mall and the pharmacist These broke niggas drinking on Qualitest I take off on drinking on Actavis Hope they free my nigga 'Set in the set Fly like a plane with a Louis baggage Curling Backwoods, step into the maximum Plug on Designer drugs and I'm taxing them Step on a brick in Givenchy Moving slow, drinking breast cancer I pop a test, jump in a tesla Bussdown a brick, served a pedestrian So many bricks, they think I'm a Mexican Put on my reading glasses with finesse Girl on the white, she gave me Becky Pop the pussy like a Smith and Wesson Fucked that little bitch at the Westin I'm on da 'shrooms, extraterrestrial [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