Destroy Lonely - ​if looks could kill lyrics

If looks could kill

Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros
(My bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road
(On the road)
I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos
(Hella 'chos) these niggas green as fuck
I'm 'bout to get over (Get over)
No, bitch, I'm not greenin' out
You can nug it over (Can't get over)
I just like to ball hard
Ball like Dellavedova (Dellavedova)
Don't shop at Dover's (Nah)
Don't shop at Neiman's (Nah, no)
Don't commit treason (Nah)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic
(Huh, so strategic)


Baby, please, don't leavе me
(Baby, please, don't lеave me)
I don't need you
And I know that you don't need me
I done got this fly
So I'm on a date with the moon this evenin'
(Huh) she act cool, but I know she evil
So deceivin' (So deceivin')
If looks could kill, that
Makes every day Halloween, man
(It's Halloween)

I get bitches, I don't need no wingman
(No wingman)
I get riches, I don't sell no weed, man
(Not right now)
I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real
Huh, I'm on the top of the mountain
King of the hill (Top Floor)
Uh, I don't like no Swisher
I like Grabba Leaf, lil' nigga
(Grabba, Grabba, Grabba)
Real-deal codeine-sipper
Walk 'round with a purple liver (Pur')
Uh, I'm a fashion-killer, I'm the shit
Pop a band (Pop a band)
I'm a real big baller but won't let
No lil' bitch play with me (Grabba, Grabba)
I'm a pussy-killer, after I hit it
Might let her lay with me (Huh)
She a fashion-killer, check out how
She walkin', yeah, look, she slayin' it
(Huh) my boy got a trigger finger, he
Ready to pull it, so, please
Don't play with him (Grrah)
I smoke 'til my lungs black, lil'
Bitch, I take that lil' blunt
And I face that shit (Huh, face it)
I look at my demons and face 'em (Face 'em)
Take the Chrome Heart' Timb's and I lace 'em
(Uh) i'm walkin' through hell
I got an FN loaded up with a laser (Rah)
My bitch rockin' Chanel
I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters
I gotta go, bitch, l'Il see you later (Go)
I'm the Dark Lord, real soul taker (Huh)
I'm the Top Floor Boss, a lil' player (Boss)
I put on big pants, real deal raver
(Real raver, Raver, raver)

Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'
(Speedin')
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros
(My bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road
(On the road, shows)
I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos
(Hella 'chos) these niggas green as fuck
I'm 'bout to get over (Get over)
No, bitch, I'm not greenin' out
You can nug it over (Can't get over)
I just like to ball hard
Ball like Dellavedova (Like Dellavedov')
Don't shop at Dover's (No)
Don't shop at Neiman's (No)
Don't commit treason (No)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic
(Huh, so strategic)
Baby, please, don't leave me
(Baby, please, don't leave me)
I don't need you
And I know that you don't need me
(But, I want you) i done got this fly
So I'm on a date with the moon this evenin'
(Ayy) she act cool, but I know she evil
So deceivin' (So deceivin')
If looks could kill, that
Makes every day Halloween, man
(It's Halloween)

Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up