Destroy Lonely - Fast Life lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
(I just told Richie we rich)

Yeah, these niggas not bigger than us
That's the truth
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, Maybach coupe
Yeah, bitch, I'm in the spot
Microdosin' shrooms
Yeah, I hang with some real
Niggas and some goons
Yeah, she know I want her and her friend
I told my boy, go hop up in the Benz
Yes, I'm Lil' Lonely, baby, chasin' bands
These niggas, they sleepin' on me
They on xans
Yes, I'm with my real slime
Shit get sticky, man
I might just havе to triple cross my mans
And I got my real niggas
And they sticking with mе
While they tryna cross me out for bands

Fuckin' up my networth (Boy)
Just to get out of my DM
More than you done had
I could show you check work
Baby, we got juggs goin' for some bags
Show me what your chest like
Baby, 'cause we blowin' through
Pounds of that gas
Tryna live my best life
No, I can't cap this shit moving fast
Yeah, if he on the cash
Yeah, then we on his ass
Uh, yeah, say he keep that fire
Yeah, he cap, nigga, that's his dad's
Yeah, any nigga like I
Yeah, I'm really 'bout my cash
Yeah, I'm really 'bout my bag
Yeah, I don't sleep, I got bags, nigga
Designer bags, nigga
Buy my bitch, a new bag, nigga
Yeah, and I want a Trackhawk
Yeah, fuck a Hellcat, nigga
Yeah, and I'ma track 'em down
And hawk 'em
Yeah, I ain't even playin', nigga
Yeah, and I ain't even hearin' no talkin'
I ain't hearin' what you sayin', nigga

Yeah, these niggas not bigger than us
That's the truth
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, Maybach coupe
Yeah, bitch, I'm in the spot
Microdosin' shrooms
Yeah, I hang with some real
Niggas and some goons
Yeah, she know I want her and her friend
I told my boy, go hop up in the Benz
Yes, I'm Lil' Lonely, baby, chasin' bands
These niggas, they sleepin' on me
They on xans
Yes, I'm with my real slime
Shit get sticky, man
I might just have to triple cross my mans
And I got my real niggas
And they sticking with me
While they tryna cross me out for bands

Yeah, I got my real niggas
And they sticking with me
While they tryna cross me out for bands
Yeah, and I think it's crazy, that
Day, was you fuckin' with me
Now they tryna cross me out for bands
Yeah, I got this crazy ho
She keep fuckin' with
Me, and I don't think that she gon' last
Dawg
Yeah, and I'm with my main ho
She keep fuckin' with me
But I think this shit could really last
Yes, I'm in first place, never been last
Yes, I came to break shit
I'm talkin' glass
Bitch, I do not breakdance
I'm countin' cash
And I always break bread, with my mans
They be on fake shit, and
I can't take this shit
And I can't lie that shit is really sad
I just got a new ho, and I just
Broke her in, told her get a facelift
She lookin' sad
Yeah, cash, bitch, I'm 'bout cash
Yeah, I'm in the backseat
Ridin' around with cash
Bitch, I'm on the top floor
Ask 'em where they at
Hm, I can't see these niggas
Guess they on they ass

Yeah, these niggas not bigger than us
That's the truth
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, Maybach coupe
Yeah, bitch, I'm in the spot
Microdosin' shrooms
Yeah, I hang with some real
Niggas and some goons
Yeah, she know I want her and her friend
I told my boy, go hop up in the Benz
Yes, I'm Lil' Lonely, baby, chasin' bands
These niggas, they sleepin' on me
They on xans
Yes, I'm with my real slime
Shit get sticky, man
I might just have to triple cross my mans
And I got my real niggas
And they sticking with me
While they tryna cross me out for bands