Destroy Lonely - ​loot lyrics

Ayy, mami
I'm with Destroy Lonely in this bitch
Fumando, gozando y te invito a nuestra casa
Traphouse mansion
I'm on the percocet
I'm on the san tan through the roof
(Go crazy, Cam)

You gotta have a move
Don't be lazy,  make a move
'Bout the guap lookin for the loot
On the top tryna touch the moon
Fuck these thots, put 'em out the loop
Off of all Xans for the troops
I'm off the the san tan through the roof
I pop a Percocet, I'm getting groovy
I'ma walk through the dark tryna get to you
I need you baby, yeah, I'm loving you
Wockiesha, yeah she mixing up my juice
I'm not dreaming
Bitch yeah I'm living proof
I'm off molly the same color Yeezy boots
We gettin' through the mall, bitch
We getting fruit
Every season I ball like I fuckin hoop
And my money different colors what about you?

This life that I live something like a movie
I'm rocking Viv, this not a moon
They telling fibs that is not the truth
I stay with the shooter, yeah
I'm moving troops
It smell like Gelato in this fucking coupe
When we in the room, nigga, who is you?
No I'm never home always on the move
Desert eagle chrome pointed right at you
And you know that we smoke, whole back gone
Exotic aroma fillin' up the room
Oh thats your hoe? I might send her back home
I nut on that bitch, be fuckin' with loosies
I done call a new bitch
And brought her back home
She suckin' my dick while we listen to Usher
Ask how I live like this, well
I get the guap and I fucking abuse it
And my brothers hit licks with no mask
I used to be broke with no cash
I can't cap, sometimes I be down bad
But I get it right back, so it don't last
Since a young nigga, I been a grown man
I ain't giving you shit so don't ask
I might bang on my chest just like Tarzan
And I walk out the bank with all cash

You gotta have a move
Don't be lazy, make a move
'Bout the guap lookin for the loot
On the top tryna touch the moon
Fuck these thots, put 'em out the loop
Off of all Xans for the troops
I'm off the the san tan through the roof
I pop a Percocet, I'm getting groovy
I'ma walk through the dark tryna get to you
I need you baby, yeah, I'm loving you
Wockiesha, yeah she mixing up my juice
I'm not dreaming
Bitch yeah I'm living proof
I'm off molly the same color Yeezy boots
We gettin' through the mall, bitch
We getting fruit
Every season I ball like I fuckin hoop
And my money different colors what about you?