Destroy Lonely - fly sht lyrics

Yeah All my b*tches pop fly sh*t My whole damn gang on fly sh*t Show her how to pop it, that's all I did All these ni**as my sons but I ain't got no kids And all these b*tches tryna come through and fu*k me, it is what it is Talking 'bout fly sh*t, that all I'm kicking I get money, I'm about them digits Going James Bond, completing this mission Take white double cup and I kiss it I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping Got bad b*tches showing they titties I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm going missing fu*ked her once, now, I think I miss her Talking about money, ni**a, I go get it Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted I stay strapped, ni**a, loading my pistol All the drugs been fu*king up my system All these ni**as some losers, baby, I'm a winner I'm a young ni**a, I been boolin fu*king all these ni**as' sisters Really been tired and ni**as, if I see another opp I'm tell my slime go get them All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shawty tryna come su*k my popsicle Okay, you cool but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drink 'cause them Perks make me sicker I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker And we got run down, it's a stick up All my b*tches pop fly sh*t My whole damn gang on fly sh*t Show her how to pop it, that's all I did All these ni**as my sons but I ain't got no kids And all these b*tches tryna come through and fu*k me, it is what it is Talking 'bout fly sh*t, that all I'm kicking I get money, I'm about them digits Going James Bond, completing this mission Take white double cup and I kiss it I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping Got bad b*tches showing they titties I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm going missing fu*ked her once, now, I think I miss her Talking about money, ni**a, I go get it Cut the fake ni**as out my pictures Bought my new b*tch Balencis It's not Christmas, anything she want she can get 'Cause I get paid, lil' ni**a, no, I'm not tricking My brand new Glock hold a fifty All these b*tches in the way, I'm finna hit em And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pouring up drank, I'm a real deal sipper Shawty kissing all on my face, she said she ain't ate all day, now she pulling my zipper I got some blue hundreds all on me, in my safe, lil' shawty, but I'm not cripping All these ni**a keep on playing games, I'm deadass serious and that's the difference Shawty said don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image All they do it hate, ion listen, I look in the mirror I'm still that ni**a Still getting rich, and all my clothes cost way more than that ni**a I'm talking about that whole ni**a (Yeah) My clothes cost a whole b*tch (Yeah) You walk in my closet, you see new designer and a whole bunch of old sh*t (Yeah) If you walk in my spots see a whole bunch of Glocks and whole bunch of old sticks (Yeah) These ni**a tryna act like they knew me back then but these ni**as don't know me (Yeah) And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, man All my b*tches pop fly sh*t My whole damn gang on fly sh*t Show her how to pop it, that's all I did All these ni**as my sons but I ain't got no kids And all these b*tches tryna come through and fu*k me, it is what it is Talking 'bout fly sh*t, that all I'm kicking I get money, I'm about them digits Going James Bond, completing this mission Take white double cup and I kiss it I go blonde hair, Mary-Kate, I'm dripping Got bad b*tches showing they titties I take a flight every other day, in a brand new city I'm going missing fu*ked her once, now, I think I miss her