Destroy Lonely - FAKENGGAS lyrics

Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him
(He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her
"Don't play with him"
(Bitch, don't play with him)
Niggas wan' hang with the gang
But I can not hang with 'em
(No, I can't hang with 'em) , yeah
No, I don't fuck with these boys
I swear that I hate niggas
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no
I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no
I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens
My kicks, lil' bitch
I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked
With my bitch, yeah
We get like too high
(We getting geeked up)



Yeah, I put that ho on the
X, now she piped up
She getting piped down
I put that ho on that Oxy' and codeine
Now that ho geeked up
Yeah, I'm on some Oxy' and
Motherfuckin' codeine, lil' bitch
I'm geeked out
Yeah, Balenciaga boots so big
These niggas get stomped out
Hold on, hold up, yeah
I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but I'm
On my motherfuckin' grind
And I'm doing tricks in this bitch
No, I don't skate, but if
That lil' ho' fine
Then I'll perform a trick for that bitch
I took her out on a date, I
Took her straight to my room
Then I hopped in that bitch
(Uh, yeah yeah)
Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist
Lil' bitch
(Uh, yeah yeah)
I'm shinin' 'cause I'm a vampire
You could get bit
Lil' bitch
(Uh, yeah yeah)
I'm ballin' like a motherfuckin' umpire
I put lean in the pitcher
(Uh)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
And niggas can't touch my bitch
(Nah)

Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him
(He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her
"Don't play with him"
(Bitch, don't play with him)
Niggas wan' hang with the gang
But I can not hang with 'em
(No, I can't hang with 'em)
No, I don't fuck with these boys
I swear that I hate niggas
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no
I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no
I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens
My kicks, lil' bitch
I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked
With my bitch, yeah
We get like too high
(We getting geeked up)

Yeah, and I keep some
Motherfuckin' cash on me
(I got some cash on me)
Everytime that I move
(Uh)
Gotta keep my bag on me (Gotta keep my bag)
If I hit that lil' bitch
(Uh)
She gon' try to brag on me
(She gon' try to brag)
If I fuck on that ho
(Uh)
She gon' try to nag on me
(She gon' try to nag)
We in that Lamb' chopped truck
(Yeah)
The insides red meat (The insides red meat)
Fucking this bad-ass bitch
(Woah)
Her insides red-pink (Her insides red-pink)
Yeah, I let the K-Pop, ho
(Yeah)
I'm goin' BLACKPINK (I'm goin' BLACKPINK)
Yeah, can't let main ho go
(Woah)
For that lil' lame ting (For that lame ting)
Yeah, I let the lame ho go
Then hopped on the cash ting
(Hopped on the cash)
Yeah, I switched my focus up
Then hopped in my bag
Man
(Yeah, I hopped in my bag)
Yeah, I'm on some all black shit
You would think I was Batman
(You would think I was Batman)
Yeah, I'm on the phone with
My plug, tell that boy
"Send the whole thang"
(Yeah)

Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him
(He keep a 'K with him)
I took that ho outside, and told her
"Don't play with him"
(Bitch, don't play with him)
Niggas wan' hang with the gang
But I can not hang with 'em
(No, I can't hang with 'em)
No, I don't fuck with these boys
I swear that I hate niggas
I can't fuck with no fake niggas, no
I can't fuck with no fake niggas
I can't fuck with no fake bitches, no
I can't fuck with no fake bitches
Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens
My kicks, lil' bitch
I get too fly
I'm getting way, way geeked
With my bitch, yeah
We get like too high
(We getting geeked up)
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