Destroy Lonely - NOSTYLIST lyrics

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help
I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup
And she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah
I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah
My necklace wet as shit

Rock Balenciaga too, bitch
I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up
Way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as fuck
And they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck
And it's paper that I'm gettin'

Fly across the globe, bitch
I'm gettin' shows, yeah
I'm on a money mission
All that old shit over
But the old hoes still be
Tellin' mе they miss me
Yeah, I fuck on hеr, but I can't cuff her
I won't make her Mrs
I don't know that boy
And I can't tell you how he end up missin'
I can't tell you shit
Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch
I'm fresh as hell, bitch, I'm fly as shit
Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whippin' this
Shawty like
"Hell yeah" she with the shit's
Shawty like, "Hell yeah" she grab my stick
Shawty like, "Hell yeah" she grabbed my
(Shh)

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help
I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup
And she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah
I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah
My necklace wet as shit

Tell that bitch to keep it bool
And I might just let her kick it
Got her wet just like a pool
I'm finna dive right in her kitty
My bitch rockin' this shit too
I buy her that
She buy me this
Told my folks I'm gettin' rich
It ain't no way I'm washin' dishes
All the pretty hoes comin' to my shows, man
This shit get crazy
If I fuck that bitch I gotta wrap it up
Don't want no baby
I'm in the SRT, Trackhawk
Tryna let my thot drive the Mercedes
Yeah, my side, nigga, don't
Play with this shit
You might just die today
Yeah, don't play, nigga, don't play
Niggas stayin' sane, but I'm really insane
Yeah, nigga stay in your lane
'cause mine might drive you crazy
Yeah, I just fucked that bitch
I didn't know that was your bae
Yeah, I just count this cash
It ain't too much to say
Yeah, I just get too fly, like
What more can I say?
Yeah, she doin' tricks on the dick
That ho Cirque du Soleil
Yeah, I'm in Milan, shawty
Eatin' squid and my bitch servin' face

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help
I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup
And she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah
I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah
My necklace wet as shit

Rock Balenciaga too, bitch
I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up
Way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as fuck
And they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck
And it's paper that I'm gettin'