Destroy Lonely - which one Lyrics

(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, look killa, ay)
(Look killa, ay)
(Look killa)

I come in when they waking up
My twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these niggas 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 f*ck 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga from last year

I come in when they waking up
My twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these niggas 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 f*ck 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, nigga, touch me
Can't let a opp nigga touch me
My diamonds polished, and yours are rusty (yeah)
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 (yeah), back seat, I pour up another cup (yeah)
I'm a lil' killer, I came to kill, and honestly, it's gettin' scary, man (yeah)
I might be the flyest in America (America)
Tell these f*ck niggas try it, I'm daring him
I'm the best and it ain't no comparison (yeah)
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 (yeah, rockstar, uhh)

I come in when they waking up
My twin sliding by, he'll take your money
All these niggas 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 f*ck me
I'm tryna figure out which one love me
I'm tryna figure out which one trust me