Destroy Lonely
​kool
[Intro]
(Aha, is that Kory on the beat?)
All these diamonds (Yeah, yeah)
I woke up this morning and put on some pants (all that flee shit)

[Chorus]
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I hit that bitch, I had her just like woohoo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man that's a playa bitch, you know she keep it kool (she keep it kool)
No, I do not play with bitches, I just keep it kool (I keep it kool)
And I keep a snake with me, lil' bitch, you know he too bool (too bool)
When it comes to paper, bitch, you know I'm havin' beaucoup (beaucoop)
And I'm havin' so much drip, lil' bitch, I think I could fill up a pool (fill up a pool)
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple (yeah, multiple)
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this (yeah)
Damn that boy a bitch, he get popped just like a zit (yeah)
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I fuckin' get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n***a, now we fuckin' lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as shit
Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your bitch?
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so fuckin' lit
(I'm lit as fuck)


[Verse]
I come through, bitch, I pop my shit
They ask how long we fly like this
Bitch I’m fly just like a pigeon
Designer drugs, designer shit
Had to go get a bag, yeah I had to, bitch
When I was 15, I had two bitches
When I was 18, I touched six digits
When slime was 16, he had two pistols
Yeah, now we livin' different (yeah)
Why this band feel like a penny? (yeah)
Man, I swear I hate you n***as
Feel like Satan out to get me (yeah)
I like Number (N)ine and Rick, lil' bitch, I don’t fuck with Giuseppe (no way)
ATM conglomerate and you know that we all wealthy (okay)
[Bridge]
(Aha, is that Kory on the beat?)
Dior on my pants and on my shoes (all on my shoes, n***a)
Yeah and I’m smoking zaza what I do (what I do, n***a)
Yeah, I can’t fuck that bitch cause she a swoop (yeah, she a swoop)
And my blood, n***a, pull up just like whoop (yeah, woo, n***a)

[Chorus]
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I hit that bitch, I had her just like woohoo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man that's a playa bitch, you know she keep it kool (kool)
No, I do not play with bitches, I just keep it kool (kool)
And I keep a snake with me, lil' bitch, you know he too bool (too bool)
When it comes to paper, bitch, you know I'm havin' beaucoup (beaucoop)
And I'm havin' so much drip, lil' bitch, I think I could fill up a pool (fill up a pool)
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple (yeah, multiple)
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this (yeah)
Damn that boy a bitch, he get popped just like a zit (yeah)
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I fuckin' get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n***a, now we fuckin' lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as shit
Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your bitch?
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so fuckin' lit
(I'm lit as fuck)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Brand new Rick (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't wait to smoke in this (Dior on my shoes)