Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson - MDMA lyrics

(Nah, he ain't he's not even Teen X
Fuck him)
Yeah

I've been sippin' way too much drank
I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda
I gotta pour some Wocky in it
And every time your bitch see me roll up
She reminisce about how I lick it
I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro
Don't call my phone when it get sticky
I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah
Without my blicky
I don't got no opps out
Here, niggas just hate me
Niggas just envy
When I was in school, I had
To ask on my mama
Now she stay with Fendi
Remember I could not afford a designer
Belt, now look at me, boy
I got plenty
Balenci', Celine, Chanel
My shooter, he dressed in designer
He ready to kill
Put that lil' boy on a plate
He get ate like a meal
All of these niggas be fake like a BBL
But my bitch all real
Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh
He shot his shot, but ain't follow through
Ooh
Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh
This is not Prada, ooh, ooh
Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh
But I call her baby
She let me drive her lil' Benz
Now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
This an S550, nah, this not
The Maybach, but yeah
It's the latest

I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay
Bitch
None of my niggas won't miss
Let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks
But it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I
Wanna be different
So I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium
I laugh at that nigga
He slavin'
You ain't get no money, you
Ain't got no funds
I count that shit up and I'm savin'

I'm makin' ten, twelve
Fifteen times whatever these
Niggas be makin'
These niggas got it fucked up
And these niggas be lyin'
These niggas be cappin' on
Instagram and Twitter
Fuck a tweet, fuck a post, nigga
Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most, nigga
Talkin' 'bout hoes, I fuck the most, nigga
I fuck on that bitch, then I'm goin' ghost
You know you gotta keep your friends close
But your enemies closer
That's why I walk with a
Glock 43 on my holster
I put my bitch in Balenci'
I told her to take off that Fashion Nova
If she got Givenchy shark boots
On her feet, bae
Come a lil' closer

Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I put that ho in ALYX, yeah
Then tell her, "Come closer" huh
Yeah
She say that she feelin' me
Yeah, she tell me
"Come over"
Yeah, got a freak I'm finna hit right
Now as soon as we over
Yeah, and I got some ice on
Me right now, lil' shawty
I'm cold
Huh, huh
I can't leave my crib without my pole
Huh, huh
I can't leave no crib without my pole
Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure
For shit sure
Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show
Then rock that show
Yeah, I just pop my shit, then pop that ho
Big bro still serving rocks, yeah
But please keep that on the low
Yeah, shawty, I'm a rockstar
My guitar got a scope
I'm rockin' all black and
My cross upside down
I'm not the Pope
I'm smoking strong
I'm boolin' with this model ho
And she love coke
I'm in Europe, shawty
Spent like twenty-five on a new coat
I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty
I buy what I want up out that store
If they in my way
Then I'ma up that stick and let it go
Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash
I'm uppin' my roll
Yeah, we been breakin' the dash
This SRT been huggin' the road
Huh, she just wanna come and
Fuck on the gang
That's for sure
Yeah, I just wanna put some
Pointers all in the chain
For sure

I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay
Bitch
None of my niggas won't miss
Let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks
But it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I
Wanna be different
So I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium
I laugh at that nigga
He slavin'
You ain't get no money, you
Ain't got no funds
I count that shit up and I'm savin'