MDMA (feat. Destroy Lonely)

(Nah, he ain't- he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
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 Yeah
 I've been sippin' way too much drink, I think I need a new kidney
 Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it
 And every time your bitch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it
 I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky
 I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky
 I don't got no opps out here, niggas just hate me, niggas just envy
 When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now she stay with Fendi
 Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty
 Balenci', Celine, Chanel
 My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
 Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
 All of these niggas be fake like a BBL
 But my bitch all real
 Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh
 He shot his shot, but ain't follow through, oh
 Rick on my collar, oh, oh
 This is not Prada, oh, oh
 Yeah, she not a toddler, oh, oh
 But I call her baby
 She let me drive her lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
 This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest
 I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
 Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
 If you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch
 None of my niggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
 I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
 Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
 Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin'
 You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'
 I'm makin' ten, 12, 15 times whatever these niggas be makin'
 These niggas got it fucked up and these niggas be lyin'
 These niggas be cappin' on Instagram and Twitter
 Fuck a tweet, fuck a post, nigga
 Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most, nigga
 Talkin' 'bout hoes, I fuck the most, nigga
 I fuck on that bitch, then I'm goin' ghost
 You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
 That's why I walk with a Glock 43 on my holster
 I put my bitch in Balenci', I told her to take off that Fashion Nova
 If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet, bae, come a lil' closer
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah
 She say that she feelin' me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over"
 Yeah, got a freak I'm finna hit right now as soon as we over
 Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil' shawty, I'm cold
 Huh, huh, I can't leave my crib without my pole
 Huh, huh, I can't leave no crib without my pole
 Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for shit sure
 Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show
 Yeah, I just pop my shit, then pop that ho
 Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low
 Yeah, shawty, I'm a rockstar, my guitar got a scope
 I'm rockin' all black and my cross upside down, I'm not the Pope
 I'm looking strong, I'm boolin' with this model ho and she love coke
 I'm in Europe, shawty, spent like 25 on a new coat
 I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty, I buy what I want up out that store
 If they in my way, then I'ma up that stick and let it go
 Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash, I'm uppin' my roll
 Yeah, we been breakin' the dash, this SRT been huggin' the road
 Huh, she just wanna come and fuck on the gang, that's for sure
 Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure
 I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
 Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
 If you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch
 None of my niggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
 I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
 Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
 Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin'
 You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'