Destroy Lonely - WYD lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - WYD lyrics]
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What you doing, Lonely)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It is what I told you
We stackin' this bitch
Said we movin' together
We gotta be shoulder to shoulder
And I take a pile of the blues
And I threw them hoes up
Now it look it snowed
Yeah, and no, I'm not cappin' to you
It's so frigid on my chest
And that bitch gettin' cold
Yeah, see this money be switching my mood
She told me that's bad
But I'm already knowing
If it's less than a hundred
I won't even move
If it's not 'bout some racks
Then I'm not even going
It's Maison Margiela
Right down to the shoes
And all of these racks, yeah
You know I'm abusing 'em
Ain't no way I'ma cut that lil' ho
Yeah, she just in the way
'cause a young nigga using her
Told myself, "Put that pain in your music
Dawg"
Yes, I be geeked but I know what I'm doing
I'm only thinking 'bout hundreds and Louis
Now
See I'm gettin' money
Don't ask what I'm doing
(Don't ask what I'm doing, dawg)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm getting money)
(Don't ask what I'm doing, dawg, yeah)
Talkin' bout designer, yeah
I speak it fluent
Talkin' bout some money, yeah
I speak it fluent
Dawg
I'm with your bitch, finna make a movie
These niggas trippin', wonder
What they doing
Dawg
We dodging 12, yeah, we gon' maneuver
I don't pick up the phone, yeah
I'm missing all my calls
If we playing, baby, what you doing?
I ain't love the bitch
I just had to use her
What's the word, nigga, yeah, what we doing?
I hate bird bitches, they just so stupid
We get to it, we don't talk on computers
All these pussy niggas copy my movements
I'm havin' money motion
Let's get it moving
Get money, my emotion, I really do this
It is what I told you
We stackin' this bitch, said
We movin' together
We gotta be shoulder to shoulder
And I take a pile of the blues
And I threw them hoes up
Now it look it snowed
Yeah, and no, I'm not cappin' to you
It's so frigid on my chest
And that bitch gettin' cold
Yeah, see this money be switching my mood
She told me that's bad
But I'm already knowing
If it's less than a hundred
I won't even move
If it's not 'bout some racks
Then I'm not even going
It's Maison Margiela
Right down to the shoes
And all of these racks, yeah
You know I'm abusing 'em
Ain't no way I'ma cut that lil' ho
Yeah, she just in the way
'cause a young nigga using her
Told myself "Put that pain in your music
Dawg"
Yes, I be geeked but I know what I'm doing
I'm only thinking 'bout hundreds and Louis
Now
See I'm gettin' money, don't
Ask what I'm doing
Dawg
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What you doing, Lonely)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It is what I told you
We stackin' this bitch
Said we movin' together
We gotta be shoulder to shoulder
And I take a pile of the blues
And I threw them hoes up
Now it look it snowed
Yeah, and no, I'm not cappin' to you
It's so frigid on my chest
And that bitch gettin' cold
Yeah, see this money be switching my mood
She told me that's bad
But I'm already knowing
If it's less than a hundred
I won't even move
If it's not 'bout some racks
Then I'm not even going
It's Maison Margiela
Right down to the shoes
And all of these racks, yeah
You know I'm abusing 'em
Ain't no way I'ma cut that lil' ho
Yeah, she just in the way
'cause a young nigga using her
Told myself, "Put that pain in your music
Dawg"
Yes, I be geeked but I know what I'm doing
I'm only thinking 'bout hundreds and Louis
Now
See I'm gettin' money
Don't ask what I'm doing
(Don't ask what I'm doing, dawg)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm getting money)
(Don't ask what I'm doing, dawg, yeah)
Talkin' bout designer, yeah
I speak it fluent
Talkin' bout some money, yeah
I speak it fluent
Dawg
I'm with your bitch, finna make a movie
These niggas trippin', wonder
What they doing
Dawg
We dodging 12, yeah, we gon' maneuver
I don't pick up the phone, yeah
I'm missing all my calls
If we playing, baby, what you doing?
I ain't love the bitch
I just had to use her
What's the word, nigga, yeah, what we doing?
I hate bird bitches, they just so stupid
We get to it, we don't talk on computers
All these pussy niggas copy my movements
I'm havin' money motion
Let's get it moving
Get money, my emotion, I really do this
It is what I told you
We stackin' this bitch, said
We movin' together
We gotta be shoulder to shoulder
And I take a pile of the blues
And I threw them hoes up
Now it look it snowed
Yeah, and no, I'm not cappin' to you
It's so frigid on my chest
And that bitch gettin' cold
Yeah, see this money be switching my mood
She told me that's bad
But I'm already knowing
If it's less than a hundred
I won't even move
If it's not 'bout some racks
Then I'm not even going
It's Maison Margiela
Right down to the shoes
And all of these racks, yeah
You know I'm abusing 'em
Ain't no way I'ma cut that lil' ho
Yeah, she just in the way
'cause a young nigga using her
Told myself "Put that pain in your music
Dawg"
Yes, I be geeked but I know what I'm doing
I'm only thinking 'bout hundreds and Louis
Now
See I'm gettin' money, don't
Ask what I'm doing
Dawg