Destroy Lonely - Seasons lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Seasons lyrics]
I'm in the spot right now with Texaco Cam
I got like beep hunnid on me, all blues
And it's really just for a lil fit
See, I'm gon' put that shit on
(Put that shit on)
I put that shit on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual
My cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real
I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these bitches love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop shit with no reason
And I rock new shit every season
Yeah, I need to go overseas, nigga
Yeah, and I'm ballin' like OKC, baby
I'm worth a whole lot of racks, I see that
Damn nigga, your bitch bad, I need that
Yeah, yeah
I gotta go hit my bitch with my jeans on
And these blue hundreds got a
Nice ring like a ringtone
Big bankroll, nigga, I keep it neato
I got your ho on her knees
Where her knees go?
Bad bitch, I'm finna put her in Rick Owens
Up late night, nigga studying Rick Owens
I can't cap
Think I'm finna spend bricks on it
Brand new stick, yeah
I spent some lil' kicks on it
When she suck on my dick, dawg
I like when she spit on it
I get money, don't ask what I spend on this
Brand-new swag, dawg
Watch how they get on this
I'm a young nigga that's known
For just getting rich
Drippin' and really just rippin' tracks
Bet on me, I bet that you make double back
And if I got a problem
You know I'm gon' handle that
Yeah, you know I'm gon' get it back
I'd rather stay down than lay
Down, be a bitch
And rat
I'm finna take off on niggas
Like hit and runs
Expensive drip, nigga, I smell like Baccarat
See, I'm gon' put that shit on
(Put that shit on)
I put that shit on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual, my cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real
I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these bitches love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop shit with no reason
And I rock new shit like every season
Every season, nigga
I rock new shit like every season
I got like beep hunnid on me, all blues
And it's really just for a lil fit
See, I'm gon' put that shit on
(Put that shit on)
I put that shit on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual
My cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real
I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these bitches love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop shit with no reason
And I rock new shit every season
Yeah, I need to go overseas, nigga
Yeah, and I'm ballin' like OKC, baby
I'm worth a whole lot of racks, I see that
Damn nigga, your bitch bad, I need that
Yeah, yeah
I gotta go hit my bitch with my jeans on
And these blue hundreds got a
Nice ring like a ringtone
Big bankroll, nigga, I keep it neato
I got your ho on her knees
Where her knees go?
Bad bitch, I'm finna put her in Rick Owens
Up late night, nigga studying Rick Owens
I can't cap
Think I'm finna spend bricks on it
Brand new stick, yeah
I spent some lil' kicks on it
When she suck on my dick, dawg
I like when she spit on it
I get money, don't ask what I spend on this
Brand-new swag, dawg
Watch how they get on this
I'm a young nigga that's known
For just getting rich
Drippin' and really just rippin' tracks
Bet on me, I bet that you make double back
And if I got a problem
You know I'm gon' handle that
Yeah, you know I'm gon' get it back
I'd rather stay down than lay
Down, be a bitch
And rat
I'm finna take off on niggas
Like hit and runs
Expensive drip, nigga, I smell like Baccarat
See, I'm gon' put that shit on
(Put that shit on)
I put that shit on, dawg
See, I'm spiritual, my cross is Chrome Heart
And if I'm being real
I can't tell you what love costs
And I know you can't win on your own
Yeah, but these bitches love Lonely
Yeah, and I love to smoke weed
Top floor cold like a new season
And I pop shit with no reason
And I rock new shit like every season
Every season, nigga
I rock new shit like every season