Destroy Lonely - Spec Ops lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Spec Ops lyrics]
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Fast life, yeah, nigga we racin'
And it seem like the bad hoes basic
2020, why we still fighting racism?
Run that shit up, nigga, this a cash race
And I'm in first place, nigga
I'm not playing with you
Margiela kicks, no, I will not lace 'em up
10 outta 10 bitch, I get to testin' her
Ayo, check out this bad bitch
I started texting her
If she outta state, dawg
I gotta get next to her
(Spec Ops nigga, oh yea)
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, bitch
I got a bad vibe brownskin
She look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW nigga, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing
He got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, nigga, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with
These bitches like Spec Ops
Told that bitch, "Get the fuck out"
She just keep asking me questions, she
Got me fucked up, man
This bitch finna make me go bug out
These nigga stuck on the bench in the dugout
Bitch, I hit a home run
And then these niggas struck out
Yeah, I want the Urus
I'm bring the truck out
Hold up, twin brought the stick out
I think you should duck now
Lil' bitch, I'm goin' up
How could I give a fuck now?
And we just smoked a half of the Runtz
So I'm stuck now
I was down bad but these racks hold me up now
And I spend this guap on some drip
I be wiped down
See, I'm the young nigga that's
Pipin' your wife now
I'm turnt up, bitch
Ain't no way I'ma pipe down
I'm in the spot, cooking, making wild sounds
I hit that hoe wit' a trick, nigga
Wildstyle
I don't play fair, nigga, watch me foul out
Up late night, nigga, like a damn owl
We getting money, nigga, this a band house
I don't pop xans, I pop rubber bands now
These niggas fans, yeah
I call 'em damn clowns
And I'm all about business, nigga
I don't play around
And I keep this shit lowkey
I don't make a sound
No, I don't make a sound
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, bitch
I got a bad vibe brownskin
She look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW nigga, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing
He got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, nigga, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with
These bitches like Spec Ops
(Spec Ops nigga, No Stylist)
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Fast life, yeah, nigga we racin'
And it seem like the bad hoes basic
2020, why we still fighting racism?
Run that shit up, nigga, this a cash race
And I'm in first place, nigga
I'm not playing with you
Margiela kicks, no, I will not lace 'em up
10 outta 10 bitch, I get to testin' her
Ayo, check out this bad bitch
I started texting her
If she outta state, dawg
I gotta get next to her
(Spec Ops nigga, oh yea)
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, bitch
I got a bad vibe brownskin
She look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW nigga, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing
He got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, nigga, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with
These bitches like Spec Ops
Told that bitch, "Get the fuck out"
She just keep asking me questions, she
Got me fucked up, man
This bitch finna make me go bug out
These nigga stuck on the bench in the dugout
Bitch, I hit a home run
And then these niggas struck out
Yeah, I want the Urus
I'm bring the truck out
Hold up, twin brought the stick out
I think you should duck now
Lil' bitch, I'm goin' up
How could I give a fuck now?
And we just smoked a half of the Runtz
So I'm stuck now
I was down bad but these racks hold me up now
And I spend this guap on some drip
I be wiped down
See, I'm the young nigga that's
Pipin' your wife now
I'm turnt up, bitch
Ain't no way I'ma pipe down
I'm in the spot, cooking, making wild sounds
I hit that hoe wit' a trick, nigga
Wildstyle
I don't play fair, nigga, watch me foul out
Up late night, nigga, like a damn owl
We getting money, nigga, this a band house
I don't pop xans, I pop rubber bands now
These niggas fans, yeah
I call 'em damn clowns
And I'm all about business, nigga
I don't play around
And I keep this shit lowkey
I don't make a sound
No, I don't make a sound
Yeah
Tattoos, on my neck and arm, bitch
I got a bad vibe brownskin
She look like almonds
Dark Lord, all black fit, like a omen
Yeah, DRKSHDW nigga, drip like a jedi
Yeah, my shooter never missing
He got deadeye
We got Call of Duty sticks, nigga, Black Ops
Yea, and I be creepin' with
These bitches like Spec Ops
(Spec Ops nigga, No Stylist)