Destroy Lonely - if looks could kill lyrics
If looks could kill (Kill) Baby, I'm the fashion demon Ridin' down Candler Road, and I'm speedin' I got hella hoes tryna fu*k me and my bros (My bros) I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (On the road, shows) I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos (Hella 'chos) These ni**as greedy as fu*k, I'm 'bout to get over ('Bout to get over) No, b*tch, I'm not greenin' out, you cannot get over (Can't get over) I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Dellavedova) Don't shop at Dover's (Nah) Don't shop at Neiman's (Nah, no) Don't commit treason (Nah, no) Everything I do is for a reason Everything I do is so strategic (Huh) Baby, please don't leave me (Baby, please don't leave me) I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me I done got this fly, so, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin' (Huh) She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin' (So deceivin') If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (It's Halloween) I get b*tches, I don't need no wingman (No wingman) I get riches, I don't sell no weed, man (Not right now) I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real Huh, I'm on the top of the mountain, king of the hill (Top Floor) Uh, I don't like no Swisher, I like Grabba Leaf, lil' ni**a (Grabba, Grabba, Grabba) Real deal codeine sipper, walk 'round with a purple liver (Pur') Uh, I'm a fashion killer, I'm the sh*t, pop a band (Pop a band) I'm a real big baller, but won't let no lil' b*tch play with me (Grabba) I'm a pussy killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me (Huh, huh) She a fashion killer, check out how she walkin', yeah, look, she slayin' it (Huh) My boy got a trigger finger, he ready to pull it, so, please don't play with him (Grrah) I smoke 'til my lungs black, lil' b*tch, I take that lil' blunt and I face that sh*t (Huh, face it) I look at my demons and face 'em (Face 'em) Take the Chrome Heart' Timb's and I lace 'em (Uh) I'm walkin' through hell, I got an FN loaded up with a laser (Rah) My b*tch rockin' Chanel, I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters I gotta go, b*tch, l'Il see you later (Go) I'm the Dark Lord, real soul taker (Huh) I'm the Top Floor Boss, a lil' player (Boss) I put on big pants, real deal raver (Real raver) (Raver) Baby, I'm the fashion demon Ridin' down Candler Road, and I'm speedin' (Speedin') I got hella hoes tryna fu*k me and my bros (My bros) I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (On the road, shows) I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos (Hella 'chos) These ni**as greedy as fu*k, I'm 'bout to get over No, b*tch, I'm not greenin' out, you cannot get over (Can't get over) I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Like Dellavedov') Don't shop at Dover's (Nah) Don't shop at Neiman's (Nah, no) Don't commit treason (Nah, no) Everything I do is for a reason Everything I do is so strategic (Huh) Baby, please don't leave me (Baby, please don't leave me) I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me (But I want you) I done got this fly, so, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin' She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin' If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (It's Halloween) (Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfu*ker up)