Destroy Lonely - Deal Wit God lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Deal Wit God lyrics]
Yeah, I had to light me a candle up
I'm tryna catch a lil' vibe
Uh, I'm with this ho', she
A dancer, yeah, yeah
And she movin' her bod'
Uh, I stay next to my shooter, yeah
And he tryna catch him a body
No, I ain't stressin' about it, no
I ain't stressin' about it
No, I ain't stressin' about it, no
I ain't stressin' about shit
I gotta pop my shit, I gotta
Show these niggas who i'm is
Huh
I gotta pop my shit, I gotta
Show that bitch my millions
Huh
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I been
Did, what they done did
Huh
These niggas talkin' 'bout swag
They get fly and think they did some'
Yeah, ran up that hill, I'm tryna get some
Uh, ran up that road
I'm tryna catch me some
Uh, baby, I gotta go
I'm tryna get that money
Huh, yeah, uh, I had a goal
And it was to get this money
Yeah, I'm way too cold
They used to call me Lil' Tundra
Yeah, this bitch way too cold
I can't even leave her nothing
My hair like way too long
Gotta watch where I light my blunt
Yeah, this shit way too strong
Shawty, I'm geeked up
Can't feel nothing
(Clayco on the beat)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty, I can't feel nothing
I'm way too gone
Way too gone
Shawty, I can't hear nothing
I'm way too gone
Way too gone
Uh, If I had to make a lil' deal with
God then I'd be runnin' up the road
Uh, I'm tellin' lil' baby
To close her eyes
I don't want her to see me do wrong
Uh, and me and my brothers stay side to
Side, you think that you tryin' us
Don't
Uh, I keep that lil' Glock on my right side
I'ma unload the lil' shit if it's on
I spent a couple thousand on cologne
I might spend a couple thousand on your ho'
Yeah, they gimme them racks
To perform but some
Of my niggas they'll run in your home
Gotta get some millions
Don't want my lil' ass hungry
Yeah, thirty round at ya' dome, huh
Turn that boy straight to a zombie
Whole gang rockin' Richard Mille's
It look like we richer than Sony
Yeah, I stay with some
African shooters, bitch
You would think this here was Kony
Uh, I gotta bitch that I love, yeah
She was with me before I was Lonely
And I swear it be hard to
Trust folks, shit get crazy
I'm watchin' my homies
I'm tryna catch a lil' vibe
Uh, I'm with this ho', she
A dancer, yeah, yeah
And she movin' her bod'
Uh, I stay next to my shooter, yeah
And he tryna catch him a body
No, I ain't stressin' about it, no
I ain't stressin' about it
No, I ain't stressin' about it, no
I ain't stressin' about shit
I gotta pop my shit, I gotta
Show these niggas who i'm is
Huh
I gotta pop my shit, I gotta
Show that bitch my millions
Huh
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I been
Did, what they done did
Huh
These niggas talkin' 'bout swag
They get fly and think they did some'
Yeah, ran up that hill, I'm tryna get some
Uh, ran up that road
I'm tryna catch me some
Uh, baby, I gotta go
I'm tryna get that money
Huh, yeah, uh, I had a goal
And it was to get this money
Yeah, I'm way too cold
They used to call me Lil' Tundra
Yeah, this bitch way too cold
I can't even leave her nothing
My hair like way too long
Gotta watch where I light my blunt
Yeah, this shit way too strong
Shawty, I'm geeked up
Can't feel nothing
(Clayco on the beat)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty, I can't feel nothing
I'm way too gone
Way too gone
Shawty, I can't hear nothing
I'm way too gone
Way too gone
Uh, If I had to make a lil' deal with
God then I'd be runnin' up the road
Uh, I'm tellin' lil' baby
To close her eyes
I don't want her to see me do wrong
Uh, and me and my brothers stay side to
Side, you think that you tryin' us
Don't
Uh, I keep that lil' Glock on my right side
I'ma unload the lil' shit if it's on
I spent a couple thousand on cologne
I might spend a couple thousand on your ho'
Yeah, they gimme them racks
To perform but some
Of my niggas they'll run in your home
Gotta get some millions
Don't want my lil' ass hungry
Yeah, thirty round at ya' dome, huh
Turn that boy straight to a zombie
Whole gang rockin' Richard Mille's
It look like we richer than Sony
Yeah, I stay with some
African shooters, bitch
You would think this here was Kony
Uh, I gotta bitch that I love, yeah
She was with me before I was Lonely
And I swear it be hard to
Trust folks, shit get crazy
I'm watchin' my homies