Designer or Bape Lyrics

I'm so high that I'm up in space

I can't feel my face

I can't even function like aye

I fill up the wood with an eighth

Smoke it to the face

Catch me in designer or Bape

I'm so high that I'm up in space

I can't feel my face

I can't even function like aye

I fill up the wood with an eighth

Smoke it to the face

Catch me in designer or Bape

I'm like alright lil mama damn hello

Been messing round with my mellow

You makin me melt like Jell-O

Please don't switch like a Nintendo

And no this is not no rental

The rollie a presidential

Two phones on me its essential

I'm so high that I'm up in space

I can't feel my face

I can't even function like aye

I fill up the wood with an eighth

Smoke it to the face

Catch me in designer or Bape

I'm so high that I'm up in space

I can't feel my face

I can't even function like aye

I fill up the wood with an eighth

Smoke it to the face

Catch me in designer or Bape

Aye aye aye aye

Aye I ain't with the fuck shit

Know that I'm quick to get dumping

You know that I'm quick to get paid

This shit really something

Done came up from nothing

You getting ran over if you in the way

I need me more money

More 50's and 100's

Keep stacking and buy

All my time back someday

To keep it a hundred

I just want to do what I do

Get my bread up and stay out the way

I'm so high that I'm up in space

I can't feel my face

I can't even function like aye

I fill up the wood with an eighth

Smoke it to the face

Catch me in designer or Bape

I'm so high that I'm up in space

I can't feel my face

I can't even function like aye

I fill up the wood with an eighth

Smoke it to the face

Catch me in designer or Bape

I'm so high I can't feel my face

Ambient lights in the whip

Like a ship out of space

Plus my wrist on Milky way

Rose colored Cartier glasses

Stay up on my face

I got me a lil mama

Who ain't be about no drama

Just wanna count up my commas

In Gucci and Ferragamo

I'm so high I can't feel my face

Ambient lights in the whip

Like a ship out of space

Plus my wrist on Milky way

Rose colored Cartier glasses

Stay up on my face

We could go down to Bahamas

Or to Las Vegas, Nevada

Out to the island of Fiji

You tell me where

And I'm on it