Destroy Lonely - Guillotine lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh huh, yeah, uh huh, yeah

Yeah, yeah
She wanna kick it with me and my friends
Damn, she wanna come to the top floor
Bet she won't come down again
And I get straight to the
Cheese just like nachos, nigga
I don't need no friends
Damn, I throw this green up like Peter Pan
I put that Rick shit all on my pants
I got a rich bitch coming again
And I got a ice wrist freezing my hand
Fuck, I got me a white bitch
I'm not her mans
But if she suck dick good, she get Hermès
Me and my main bitch, we
In this motherfucker geeking up


Somebody pass me my meds
I'm finna lane switch, I got
This lil' whip geeked out
Hope I don't crash it again

I got me a PS5 and I
Suped it up, purple the light
When that muhfucka' tint
No, I don't fuck with these guys
'cause they lame as fuck
I might just hit that lil'
Boy with that stick
Yeah, this thot said she wanna
Fuck, I pull up
Hit that lil' hoe with my dick
I'm finna cut off all these lil'
Boys, they stealing my swag
They didn't cut me a check
My shooter gon' pull up, shoot at that
Boy, he aim at the head
Never below the neck
Prada on my feet, no Nike check
Your bad little bitch wanna come give me neck
It's Opium shit in this bitch with big red
Yeah, don't play with this shit, boy
You're better off dead
Hop on the beat, go retarded, sped
Play with this shit, bet we cut off your head

Cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(You better off dead)
Cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(Cut off your head, cut off your head)
Cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(Head, I cut off your head)
Cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(Cut off your head)
Play with this shit, man
You're better off dead
Yeah, cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(Yeah)
Yeah, cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(Yeah)
Yeah, cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(Yeah)
Yeah, cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
(Yeah)

Yeah, these YSL jeans I'm rocking
I need my money like ASAP, no Rocky
Hard to fuck with that cup, bitch
I'm sipping the Wocky
Like a young Mayweather
It's hit's that I'm dropping
Yeah, and this bitch say I'm mean
I'm cocky
But she keep feeling me, my body
I don't know who I need, nobody
I don't think that I need nobody

Yeah, yeah
She wanna kick it with me and my friends
Damn, she wanna come to the top floor
Bet she won't come down again
And I get straight to the
Cheese just like nachos, nigga
I don't need no friends
Damn, I throw this green up like Peter Pan
I put that Rick shit all on my pants
I got a rich bitch coming again
And I got a ice wrist freezing my hand
Fuck I got me a white bitch
I'm not her mans
But if she suck dick good, she get Hermès
Me and my main bitch, we
In this motherfucker geeking up
Somebody pass me my meds
I'm finna lane switch, I got
This lil' whip geeked out
Hope I don't crash it again

You better not play with this
'cause you're better off dead
We gon' cut off your head
Yeah, bitch, cut off your head, bitch
We gon' cut off your head
Yeah, bitch, I'ma cut off your head, yeah
Cut off your head
I said bitch, I'ma cut off your head, yeah
I'ma cut off your head
Yeah, cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
Yeah, cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
Yeah, cut off your head, bitch
I'ma cut off your head
Uh, yeah, cut off your head, if you
Play with this shit then you dead
Bitch