Destroy Lonely - Met Gala lyrics

(Riding, lowkey, niggas think they know me)
(And we swervin' the whip)
(Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me)

Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick
Got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out
We swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out
Got drums on the Glick
I been riding, lowkey
Fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room
But I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah
I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me

I don't got a problem with it
Think I seen it in my dreams
I just rock the show, pick up the backend
And went and bought some jeans
And my bitch a fashion fiend, fuck that
I'm a fashion fiend
Fashion just like the Met Gala
Every time I hit the scene
We love codeine, cash and weed
Got this bad bitch
She a teaser
Glick on me, I up that shit
And that fuck nigga freeze up
And they take my swag for free
I guess I shoulda been a teacher
This lil' bitch a eater, fuck her
And then I leave her

Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick
Got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out
We swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out
Got drums on the glick
I been riding, lowkey
Fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room
But I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah
I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me