Destroy Lonely - Crushin lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Crushin lyrics]
It's like (I'm in love with the money)
I'm back in school with this shit, bro
(I'm in love with the money)
It's like, all this fuckin' guap
(I'm in love with the money)
Ball like a fuckin' [?]
(I'm in love with the money)
Big ass bankroll
(I'm in love with the money)
I didn't know it was your shit, damn
(I'm in love with the money)
(I love you, 4ME)
(Sossy)
That's my babe
Oh yeah (Racks)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, came a long way from
Geekin' up in the class
What you makin' on a re-up
I spend it all on my gas
Now I'm geekin' off this guap
Threw the pills in the trash
I might kick it with the slime, yeah, nigga
Say slatt
In the trap with the big blood, nigga
Say blatt
Every day, that I'm wakin' up
I think about the racks
And I got to thank God
That I still ain't gеt wacked
I'm in love with this money, yеah
I'm crushin' on it bad
Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an
Ass that I could tap
All these drugs got me geeked up
And you know that that's a fact
Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat
And I knew he wouldn't do it
'cause these niggas all cap
Damn, I keep goin' up
And they stuck where they at
Turn the whole world pink
When I'm sippin' on the Act'
Tell the bitch to toot it up
I'ma hit the from the back
Intercept the pack
And my shooter caught the sack
Green Vet with the cheese and
You just a lil' rat
If we find out that he snitchin'
We gon' knock him off the map
Pull up to your front door
We ain't talkin' on an app
I could make a couple bands
With some numbers on an app
You keep blowin' up my phone, and no
I won't hit you back
Yeah, I'm gone with the wind
I done ran off with your lil' racks
I will never understand why these
Niggas they just be lackin'
New racks in, let's get
Back to the hundreds
Need the backend
Had a bad lil' bitch, broke her back in
All these niggas cap rap
They just good at the actin'
(Oh yeah)
(Yeah, that's my babe)
(Yeah, I'm in love with
The money, Yeah, yeah
Yeah)
(Yeah, crushin' on it bad, Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, that's my babe)
(Yeah, crushin' on it bad)
(I'm in love with the money)
(I'm in love with the money)
(Racks)
Yeah, came a long way from
Geekin' up in the class
What you makin' on a re-up
I spend it all on my gas
Now I'm geekin' off this guap
Threw the pills in the trash
I might kick it with the slime, yeah, nigga
Say slatt
In the trap with the big blood, nigga
Say blatt
Every day, that I'm wakin' up
I think about the racks
And I got to thank God
That I still ain't get wacked
I'm in love with this money
And I'm crushin' on it bad
Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an
Ass that I could tap
All these drugs got me geeked up
And you know that that's a fact
Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm in love with the money
Yeah, yeah, I'm in love with the money
That's my babe
I'm back in school with this shit, bro
(I'm in love with the money)
It's like, all this fuckin' guap
(I'm in love with the money)
Ball like a fuckin' [?]
(I'm in love with the money)
Big ass bankroll
(I'm in love with the money)
I didn't know it was your shit, damn
(I'm in love with the money)
(I love you, 4ME)
(Sossy)
That's my babe
Oh yeah (Racks)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, came a long way from
Geekin' up in the class
What you makin' on a re-up
I spend it all on my gas
Now I'm geekin' off this guap
Threw the pills in the trash
I might kick it with the slime, yeah, nigga
Say slatt
In the trap with the big blood, nigga
Say blatt
Every day, that I'm wakin' up
I think about the racks
And I got to thank God
That I still ain't gеt wacked
I'm in love with this money, yеah
I'm crushin' on it bad
Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an
Ass that I could tap
All these drugs got me geeked up
And you know that that's a fact
Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat
And I knew he wouldn't do it
'cause these niggas all cap
Damn, I keep goin' up
And they stuck where they at
Turn the whole world pink
When I'm sippin' on the Act'
Tell the bitch to toot it up
I'ma hit the from the back
Intercept the pack
And my shooter caught the sack
Green Vet with the cheese and
You just a lil' rat
If we find out that he snitchin'
We gon' knock him off the map
Pull up to your front door
We ain't talkin' on an app
I could make a couple bands
With some numbers on an app
You keep blowin' up my phone, and no
I won't hit you back
Yeah, I'm gone with the wind
I done ran off with your lil' racks
I will never understand why these
Niggas they just be lackin'
New racks in, let's get
Back to the hundreds
Need the backend
Had a bad lil' bitch, broke her back in
All these niggas cap rap
They just good at the actin'
(Oh yeah)
(Yeah, that's my babe)
(Yeah, I'm in love with
The money, Yeah, yeah
Yeah)
(Yeah, crushin' on it bad, Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, that's my babe)
(Yeah, crushin' on it bad)
(I'm in love with the money)
(I'm in love with the money)
(Racks)
Yeah, came a long way from
Geekin' up in the class
What you makin' on a re-up
I spend it all on my gas
Now I'm geekin' off this guap
Threw the pills in the trash
I might kick it with the slime, yeah, nigga
Say slatt
In the trap with the big blood, nigga
Say blatt
Every day, that I'm wakin' up
I think about the racks
And I got to thank God
That I still ain't get wacked
I'm in love with this money
And I'm crushin' on it bad
Sometimes I wish the hundreds had an
Ass that I could tap
All these drugs got me geeked up
And you know that that's a fact
Smokin' on a big wood, call it baseball bat
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm in love with the money
Yeah, yeah, I'm in love with the money
That's my babe