Destroy Lonely – which one Lyrics

Destroy Lonely which one Lyrics

I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he’ll take your money
All these n***** said they making money, but honestly, they don’t make enough
They ain’t making nothing, that bitch keep fronting
My track hawk jeep I’m racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness
G6 Molly and I’m taking off, honestly, I don’t do the loving
I’m stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It’s a drink party, we don’t go to no parties, all these pints, it’s top floor pharmacy
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me, I’m tryna figure out which one trust me

My chain keep swinging, my gang keep ganging, my bitch come through like all the time
All I see is dollar signs, my brand new shades is Balenciaga
All these clothes, I got Vetements problems
Yes, I’m the n**** that made “No Stylist”
I go shopping, no personal shopper, ain’t nobody touching my swag
I got way too much weed, too much drank in my bag, don’t touch that bag
I get way to high, I’m jet-lagged, and your bitch jet-lagged
I just keep on going back to back with these hits, and with this swag
We just keep on going back to back, and honestly, I’m tryna bag ya
I keep a FN right on my hip, baby bust a n**** backup
I go rockstar raver cowboy, and I put my weed in tobacco
I use my tennis chains as lasso, most of these bitches just some nat hoes
I had to switch out my last hoe, I’m not the n**** from last year

I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he’ll take your money
All these n***** said they making money, but honestly, they don’t make enough
They ain’t making nothing, that bitch keep fronting
My track hawk jeep, I’m racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness
G6 Molly and I’m taking off, honestly, I don’t do the loving
I’m stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It’s a drink party, we don’t go to no parties, all these pints, it’s top floor pharmacy
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me, I’m tryna figure out which one trust me
All this shit can get ugly, I put the mask on, I’m not ugly
I just been counting up all this money, I just be counting up all this money
She said I smell good when she hug me
I think she smell good when she hug me, can’t let a broke bitch touch me
Can’t let a broke, n****, touch me, can’t let a opp n**** touch me
My diamonds polished, and yours are rusty
My diamonds raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah)
Her pussy raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah)
Back seat roll up another one, back seat, I pour up another cup
I’m a lil’ killer, I came to kill, and honestly, it’s gettin’ scary, man
I might be the flyest in America, tell these fuck n***** try it, I’m daring him
I’m the best and it ain’t no comparison, if she call me one time I’m a there
If my brother call me, yeah, I’m there, I put the platinum all in my hair (Rockstar yeah, oh yeah)

I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he’ll take your money
All these n***** said they making money, but honestly, they don’t make enough
They ain’t making nothing, that bitch keep fronting
My track hawk jeep, I’m racing, dawg
All this codeine help my numbness
G6 Molly and I’m taking off, honestly, I don’t do the loving
I’m stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty
It’s a drink party we don’t go to no parties, all these pints, its top floor pharmacy
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me, I’m tryna figure out which one trust me

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  • Written by: Bobby Sandmanie, Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Thomas Ross
  • Album: If Looks Could Kill
  • Released: 2023