Destroy Lonely - ​ksubi/do it lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the traphouse posted
With the shooters

Talking 'bout money, nigga
Let's get to it
Yeah
Big racks hanging out these ten K Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the traphouse posted with
The shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole qp
Heard a pussy nigga want smoke, tell him
"Let's do it"
Know the bitch wanna fuck, told her
"Let's get to it" yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the bitch but that
Lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick
Told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See, I'm winning, bitch
And these niggas be losing
Keep it real, lil' bitch
And that shit in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these niggas racks, I can't even use 'em

Drip closet like a museum
When we in this bitch
All these hoes be choosin'
I don't know this nigga, I'm like
"Who is you?"
All these bird bitches
Call them bitches toucans
I just did the Raf, nigga, I don't do
I'm not good at math, nigga, I just do bands
And I run it up
Think I need some track pants
Geeking out with plugs, nigga
I don't do friends
And I still love the drugs but
I do not do Xans
And when she suck me up
Know she using two hands
Yes, I do what I want, nigga
Fuck what you said
And I just sent her home
She said she don't do head
I might make a new song
Thumbin' through some new bread
Having hella fifties, nigga
I want some blue bread
They told me run it up, young nigga do that
We be punching shit until it turn blue blood
We get money, bitch, damn
I thought you knew that
Damn, I took your bitch
You can't have your boo back
Rolling with the gang
And I put my things in my fucking ghoul bag
Tryna cross the gang, nigga
I wouldn't do that
She want diamond rings, nigga, and some new
And I'm Lonely, yes, bitch, I can do magic
If it's 'bout a check, nigga
I'ma make it happen

Talking 'bout money, nigga, let's
Get to it
Yeah
Big racks hanging out these ten K Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the traphouse
Posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole qp
Heard a pussy nigga want smoke, tell him
"Let's do it"
Know the bitch wanna fuck, told her
"Let's get to it" yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the bitch but that
Lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick
Told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See, I'm winning, bitch
And these niggas be losing
Keep it real, lil' bitch
And that shit in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these niggas racks, I can't even use 'em

(Top floor looking like a movie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Traphouse posted with the shooters)
Yeah
(Talking 'bout money, yeah, nigga
Let's do it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah