Destroy Lonely - CDG lyrics

I keep some racks in an Undercover bag
And my new bitch, she supermodel bad
We just hit the E-way now
We going stupid fast
I just hopped on the road and
Came back with some stupid cash
I heard he a bitch nigga so we on his ass
No, I can't get with you
Gotta call you back

Yeah, I know they talking shit
But we not stunting that
Yeah, I know that I'm the
Shit but I be humble
Man
Lil' bitch, I'm the
President, Lonely Obama
Man
And I think it's evident I'm
Not a normal man
I just hit Rodeo, I spent a few thousand
I just locked in the stu' for
Like more than a few hours
They bitches, they hating
These fuck niggas too sour
I'm hot just like Satan
I'm shitting on you cowards
Before I fuck the bitch
Make her take two showers
I'm in it, I'm hitting it, yeah
I got horsepower
This new whip that I'm whipping, this shit
It got horsepower
This AK gon' come through and
Kick your lil' door down
Yeah, I like designer things
I fill my life up with the finer things
I know they don't like us
But we young, nigga
What that mean?
And they say they up but it's not it seems
Yeah, I got nines busting out my jeans
Different color rocks filling up my fingers
Different color broads feeling all on me
Different type of lifestyle, living dreams
Changing up her lifestyle, she with me
I can change your life, baby, come and see
Brand new Comme des Garçons
Shit from overseas
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)

I keep some racks in an Undercover bag
And my new bitch, she supermodel bad
We just hit the E-way now
We going stupid fast
I just hopped on the road and
Came back with some stupid cash
I heard he a bitch nigga so we on his ass
No, I can't get with you
Gotta call you back

Yeah, I like designer things
I fill my life up with the finer things
I know they don't like us
But we young, nigga
What that mean?
And they say they up but it's not it seems
Yeah, I got nines busting out my jeans
Different color rocks filling up my fingers
Different color broads feeling all on me