[Intro: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
And I'm smoking on pressure
Bitch so bad, I might have to arrest her
And she say I'm impressive
I just beat it up, left that hoe on a stretcher
Do this shit with no effort
And my shooter rock red, he drip sauce like ketchup
I'm the one, I ain't never been next up
If we sliding we aim for the neck up
I put the rocks on my necklace
And I just knocked your hoe off my checklist
I'm thinking who I'ma next hit
Oops, I mean who the fuck is my next bitch
And I'm done with the stressing
We in the club, we got hoes in our section
I'm the top floor blessing
My bitch she mad I don't show her affection
And my momma been knew I was reckless
Bitch I rock out like I'm driving in Texas
Tell her pop out, bitch we rocking [?]
I'm [?] cause' they didn't get the message
All we know is to go get them checks in
And she loving this Givenchy shit that I'm dressed in
She let me fuck but I call her my best friend
And I'm tryna' hit her and her best friend
[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
Ain't nothing but fifties in the trap, that's a blessing
Play with Smoke, I'ma teach you a lesson
Fox 5, find that boy in a trash can
Quickdraw gon' slide with them AR's
On my hip got a motherfuckin' FN
And young shooter got heart like Kevin
And I'm riding around town with a thick bitch
But the Margiela make her ass look thin
Racks on me, man your shit just too thin
Instead of tricking on a hoe start trappin'
I'm with Lone and we counting up backends
Autotune Smoke finna' go platinum
I'ma be at the Grammys with a dirty clip
Momma say you gotta' get on that street shit
[Outro]
(ClayCo on the beat)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
And I'm smoking on pressure
Bitch so bad, I might have to arrest her
And she say I'm impressive
I just beat it up, left that hoe on a stretcher
Do this shit with no effort
And my shooter rock red, he drip sauce like ketchup
I'm the one, I ain't never been next up
If we sliding we aim for the neck up
I put the rocks on my necklace
And I just knocked your hoe off my checklist
I'm thinking who I'ma next hit
Oops, I mean who the fuck is my next bitch
And I'm done with the stressing
We in the club, we got hoes in our section
I'm the top floor blessing
My bitch she mad I don't show her affection
And my momma been knew I was reckless
Bitch I rock out like I'm driving in Texas
Tell her pop out, bitch we rocking [?]
I'm [?] cause' they didn't get the message
All we know is to go get them checks in
And she loving this Givenchy shit that I'm dressed in
She let me fuck but I call her my best friend
And I'm tryna' hit her and her best friend
[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
Ain't nothing but fifties in the trap, that's a blessing
Play with Smoke, I'ma teach you a lesson
Fox 5, find that boy in a trash can
Quickdraw gon' slide with them AR's
On my hip got a motherfuckin' FN
And young shooter got heart like Kevin
And I'm riding around town with a thick bitch
But the Margiela make her ass look thin
Racks on me, man your shit just too thin
Instead of tricking on a hoe start trappin'
I'm with Lone and we counting up backends
Autotune Smoke finna' go platinum
I'ma be at the Grammys with a dirty clip
Momma say you gotta' get on that street shit
[Outro]
(ClayCo on the beat)
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