Destroy Lonely - siamese lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - siamese lyrics]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Siamese, two twin hoes, nigga, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these niggas tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these bitches tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, nigga, Siamese
Yeah, this ho on my phone
Talkin' stupid shit
I can't cap
I'm so done with these stupid bitches
See these YSL jeans, not Ksubi, nigga
If you got a problem, then sue me, nigga
If you got a problem, let's do it, nigga
If you got a problem, let's shoot it, nigga
He get cut from this shit like a movie, nigga
I post up on the scene
With some movie bitches
Have the pounds of this green like a plug
Nigga
But I'm talkin' money, I'm
Not talkin' drugs
Nigga
Yeah, nah, for real, nigga
Put my boy on your head on a drill, nigga
Yeah, I get high like a Rasta, for real
Nigga
And we pop rubber bands, not no pills, nigga
Yeah, we got san tan, and some seals, nigga
I got a lotta bands, hella bills, nigga
I'm coming clean, no
I do not feel you niggas
And you sippin' fake lean
It's gon' kill you
Nigga
She just wanna take my ice and put it on
Yeah, she say she love that shit
It turn her on
Yeah
Siamese, two twin hoes, nigga, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these niggas tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these bitches tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, nigga, Siamese
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Siamese, two twin hoes, nigga, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these niggas tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these bitches tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, nigga, Siamese
Yeah, this ho on my phone
Talkin' stupid shit
I can't cap
I'm so done with these stupid bitches
See these YSL jeans, not Ksubi, nigga
If you got a problem, then sue me, nigga
If you got a problem, let's do it, nigga
If you got a problem, let's shoot it, nigga
He get cut from this shit like a movie, nigga
I post up on the scene
With some movie bitches
Have the pounds of this green like a plug
Nigga
But I'm talkin' money, I'm
Not talkin' drugs
Nigga
Yeah, nah, for real, nigga
Put my boy on your head on a drill, nigga
Yeah, I get high like a Rasta, for real
Nigga
And we pop rubber bands, not no pills, nigga
Yeah, we got san tan, and some seals, nigga
I got a lotta bands, hella bills, nigga
I'm coming clean, no
I do not feel you niggas
And you sippin' fake lean
It's gon' kill you
Nigga
She just wanna take my ice and put it on
Yeah, she say she love that shit
It turn her on
Yeah
Siamese, two twin hoes, nigga, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these niggas tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up
Now these bitches tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, nigga, Siamese