Destroy Lonely - mud lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - mud lyrics]
Oh yeah, yeah (Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight
Out the bottle
(Mud)
Slim-thick bitch, yeah
She built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but
It’s full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like
I just hit the lotto'
(Beep)
Forty-five hundred grams
Stuff ’em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust
I could call it soft taco
(Yeah)
I might triple-cross the plug
Got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire
Call me "Lonely el Diablo"
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap
Getting money all that I know
(Guap)
You get hit with Glocks
My shooters don't fuck with rifles
(Brrt, bow)
It's funny how I popped now they
Treat me like an idol
I'm just going through a lot
This movie don't got a title
(Plugs)
I just want the money
I don't really care for fame
I'm just going up and I
Know these things change
Take a band, throw it up
Now she dancin’ in the rain
How you switch up on the gang? Damn
I knew you was a lame
Did it all by myself
How you think I got my name?
And I’m still using Percs 'cause
They take away the pain
Know it’s gon' hurt when I
Pull up in a Range
Coupe gon' swerve and we
Really switching lanes
This a two-seater but I'm in
It with the gang
When I’m on the money mission I
Can't pick up for a lame
Get up on the top floor
It's like we outer space
It's like I love the guap
More, I'm really sorry
Bae
(Yeah! Yeah)
Been the same since a jit, no
This shit not a phase
(Yeah! Yeah)
Call of Duty sticks but this shit not FaZe
(Bitch, yeah)
I'm speaking with you, nigga, we
We are not the same
Making money with the bros, man
I love my gang
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) , yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight
Out the bottle
(Mud)
Slim-thick bitch and she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow
But it's full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like
I just hit the lotto'
Forty-five hundred grams
Stuff 'em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust
I could call it soft taco
I might triple-cross the plug
Got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire
Call me "Lonely el Diablo"
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap
Getting money all that I know
Blowin' through these bands like I
Just hit the lotto'
Blowin' through these bands like I
Just hit the lotto'
Blowin' through these bands like I
Just hit the lotto'
(Yeah! Yeah)
(Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight
Out the bottle
(Mud)
Slim-thick bitch, yeah
She built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but
It’s full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like
I just hit the lotto'
(Beep)
Forty-five hundred grams
Stuff ’em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust
I could call it soft taco
(Yeah)
I might triple-cross the plug
Got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire
Call me "Lonely el Diablo"
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap
Getting money all that I know
(Guap)
You get hit with Glocks
My shooters don't fuck with rifles
(Brrt, bow)
It's funny how I popped now they
Treat me like an idol
I'm just going through a lot
This movie don't got a title
(Plugs)
I just want the money
I don't really care for fame
I'm just going up and I
Know these things change
Take a band, throw it up
Now she dancin’ in the rain
How you switch up on the gang? Damn
I knew you was a lame
Did it all by myself
How you think I got my name?
And I’m still using Percs 'cause
They take away the pain
Know it’s gon' hurt when I
Pull up in a Range
Coupe gon' swerve and we
Really switching lanes
This a two-seater but I'm in
It with the gang
When I’m on the money mission I
Can't pick up for a lame
Get up on the top floor
It's like we outer space
It's like I love the guap
More, I'm really sorry
Bae
(Yeah! Yeah)
Been the same since a jit, no
This shit not a phase
(Yeah! Yeah)
Call of Duty sticks but this shit not FaZe
(Bitch, yeah)
I'm speaking with you, nigga, we
We are not the same
Making money with the bros, man
I love my gang
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) , yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight
Out the bottle
(Mud)
Slim-thick bitch and she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow
But it's full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like
I just hit the lotto'
Forty-five hundred grams
Stuff 'em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust
I could call it soft taco
I might triple-cross the plug
Got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire
Call me "Lonely el Diablo"
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap
Getting money all that I know
Blowin' through these bands like I
Just hit the lotto'
Blowin' through these bands like I
Just hit the lotto'
Blowin' through these bands like I
Just hit the lotto'
(Yeah! Yeah)
(Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah