Punkinloveee
Lyric guide

Designer Stuff (feat. G0r3c0r3 & H3artcrush)

Read Designer Stuff (feat. G0r3c0r3 & H3artcrush) lyrics by Punkinloveee on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.

Punkinloveee visibility0 visits
person Curated by Ethan Walker LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot

The page facts to cite before the commentary

Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.

Page type: lyric reference Artist: Punkinloveee Canonical path: /punkinloveee/designer-stuff-feat-g0r3c0r3-amp-h3artcrush Related lyric paths: 6
Lyrics

Designer Stuff (feat. G0r3c0r3 & H3artcrush)

The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.

Feel me up, if I'm in the club you know I'm coked up

Flexing stuff, who wants smoke with us? My haters broke as fuck

Let's get high on drugs, give her designer drugs, she loves designer stuff

Rick Owens jeans, not big ass Truey jeans, I rock the finer stuff

Diamonds on my neck and they dance like Elvis Presley

I just got a check and I blew it all already

Zombie gang, zombie gang, your clique is so lame

Laughing out the bank, laughing out the bank straight to the club

Why won't you leave me 'lonе? Leave me' lonе, please don't lead me on

They wanna know where I go, I'm in my bag and I'm still going up

Let's go, zombie gang, yeah

I said fuck the fame (I said fuck the fame)

You can see it in my face

I ain't playin' games (playin' games)

Let's go hit a stain

Bust some muthafuckin' brains

On my wrist a plain jane

Big stuff, get out my face (out my face)

Throwin' fifties, throwin' hunnids

'Cus money don't mean nothing

And I'm chillin out with punkin

Already shknow we up to something

Don't test me to see if I'm bluffing

Wipe your nose and get to running

I stop drinking henessy

I start drinking rémy

Rémy bottles coming in

Fuck it up, we spend all bands

I'ma do it all again

Boy you play pretend

Bitch I want some brains

Popped 3 today

Bitch I'm finna bang bang

I'm a zombie, fuck the fame

Bitch I'm stacking up cash

Bitch [?] annoying

Dropping dead in the club

Bitch I'm feeling Gorey

Redneck shawty

And she all up on me

And I pull up at the club, bitch

In a fucking 'Rari

Quick answers

What this page can answer fast

Who performs "Designer Stuff (feat. G0r3c0r3 & H3artcrush)"?

Punkinloveee performs "Designer Stuff (feat. G0r3c0r3 & H3artcrush)", and this lyric page sits inside the Punkinloveee catalog on LyroVerse.

Are there related songs to explore after "Designer Stuff (feat. G0r3c0r3 & H3artcrush)"?

Yes. The related section below points to Bling Ring and Corpse Makeout with a short reason for opening each page next.

Where can I find more songs by Punkinloveee?

Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Punkinloveee's lyric pages.

Song Room

Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song

Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.

Open Song Room
0 followers Selected insights only surface after moderation
Listener comments

What people are saying

0 comments
Add a short interpretation or memory

A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.

Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.

No listener comments on Designer Stuff (feat. G0r3c0r3 & H3artcrush) yet.