Destroy Lonely - mochiatto lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - mochiatto lyrics]
Clayco on the beat
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
(You smoking mid)
Yeah, you smoking mid, bitch, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees
In Autumn
Got this caramel bitch, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like
A bitch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread
Like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up
With my fucking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, bitch
So I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, nigga
I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a bitch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, nigga, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, nigga
I just make it happen
Bitch, I'm Lonely, baby
Fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap niggas so
Damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause
I'm fucking good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, nigga
I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking
Just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, nigga, smoking weed
We walk in the store
And I'm fuckin' cashing
And I might walk outside just
To feel the breeze
Damn, I'm still smoking dope, nigga
It's a habit
No, I don't want this money, shit, I need it
Tryna stay afloat while my ship crashing
This lil' bitch drive the boat, damn
She so ratchet
Swear this shit like coke
Love expensive fashion
Back to rolling dope, damn, I hate I need it
Big bankroll, bitch, you know I have it
Dream of VVS's wet just like some ice cream
I can't cap, I want real shit
Not a lot of things
Yeah, we got a lot of money like the lottery
If I ever go back broke, blame it all on me
And sometimes I can't feel shit, damn
What's wrong with me?
And sometimes I miss shit, and get lonely
Damn, I just blew some bands
On some designer things
Damn, I just waste some more
On these designer jeans
Oh yeah
Yeah, you smoking mid, bitch, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas
Trees in Autumn
Got this caramel bitch, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like
A bitch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread
Like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up
With my fucking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, bitch
So I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, nigga
I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a bitch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, nigga, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, nigga
I just make it happen
Bitch, I'm Lonely, baby
Fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap niggas so
Damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause
I'm fucking good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, nigga
I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking
Just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, nigga, smoking weed
We walk in the store
And I'm fuckin' cashing
(I smoke Gelato)
(Caramel bitch, mochiatto)
(And I'm on a mission, nigga
Make it happen)
(Walk in the store and I'm fuckin' cashing)
(Forgiato Bloccos)
(I keep it real, I'm not good at capping)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
(You smoking mid)
Yeah, you smoking mid, bitch, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees
In Autumn
Got this caramel bitch, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like
A bitch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread
Like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up
With my fucking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, bitch
So I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, nigga
I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a bitch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, nigga, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, nigga
I just make it happen
Bitch, I'm Lonely, baby
Fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap niggas so
Damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause
I'm fucking good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, nigga
I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking
Just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, nigga, smoking weed
We walk in the store
And I'm fuckin' cashing
And I might walk outside just
To feel the breeze
Damn, I'm still smoking dope, nigga
It's a habit
No, I don't want this money, shit, I need it
Tryna stay afloat while my ship crashing
This lil' bitch drive the boat, damn
She so ratchet
Swear this shit like coke
Love expensive fashion
Back to rolling dope, damn, I hate I need it
Big bankroll, bitch, you know I have it
Dream of VVS's wet just like some ice cream
I can't cap, I want real shit
Not a lot of things
Yeah, we got a lot of money like the lottery
If I ever go back broke, blame it all on me
And sometimes I can't feel shit, damn
What's wrong with me?
And sometimes I miss shit, and get lonely
Damn, I just blew some bands
On some designer things
Damn, I just waste some more
On these designer jeans
Oh yeah
Yeah, you smoking mid, bitch, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas
Trees in Autumn
Got this caramel bitch, look like Mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like
A bitch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread
Like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up
With my fucking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, bitch
So I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, nigga
I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a bitch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, nigga, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, nigga
I just make it happen
Bitch, I'm Lonely, baby
Fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap niggas so
Damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause
I'm fucking good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, nigga
I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking
Just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, nigga, smoking weed
We walk in the store
And I'm fuckin' cashing
(I smoke Gelato)
(Caramel bitch, mochiatto)
(And I'm on a mission, nigga
Make it happen)
(Walk in the store and I'm fuckin' cashing)
(Forgiato Bloccos)
(I keep it real, I'm not good at capping)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)