ksubi/do it - destroy lonely lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m in the traphouse posted with the shooters
[chorus]
talking ’bout money, n*gga, 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 [?]
heard a p*ssy n*gga want smoke, tell him, “let’s do it”
know the b*tch wanna f*ck, told her, “let’s get to it,” yeah
i’m sipping on purple fluid
would’ve cuffed the b*tch but that lil’ ho just blew it
went and copped a wraith, told myself i would do it
finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
see, i’m winning, b*tch, and these n*ggas be losing
keep it real, lil’ b*tch, and that sh*t in my music
running up these racks saying hallelujah
know these n*ggas rats, i can’t even use ’em
[verse]
[?] drip closet like a museum
when we in this b*tch, all these hoes be choosin’
i don’t know this n*gga, i’m like, “who is you?”
all these bird b*tches, call them b*tches toucans
i just did the raf, n*gga, i don’t do [?]
i’m not good at math, n*gga, i just do bands
and i run it up, think i need some track pants
geeking out with plugs, n*gga, 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, n*gga, f*ck 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 bands
having h*lla fifties, n*gga, i want some blue breads
they told me run it up, young n*gga do that
we be punching sh*t until it turn blue blood
we get money, b*tch, d*mn, i thought you knew that
d*mn, i took your b*tch, you can’t have your boo back
rolling with the gang [?]
and i put my things in my f*cking [?]
tryna cross the gang, n*gga, i wouldn’t do that
she want diamond rings, n*gga, and some new
and i’m lonely, yes, b*tch, i can do magic
if it’s ’bout a check, n*gga, i’ma make it happen
[chorus]
talking ’bout money, n*gga, 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 [?]
heard a p*ssy n*gga want smoke, tell him, “let’s do it”
know the b*tch wanna f*ck, told her, “let’s get to it,” yeah
i’m sipping on purple fluid
would’ve cuffed the b*tch but that lil’ ho just blew it
went and copped a wraith, told myself i would do it
finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
see, i’m winning, b*tch, and these n*ggas be losing
keep it real, lil’ b*tch, and that sh*t in my music
running up these racks saying hallelujah
know these n*ggas rats, i can’t even use ’em
[outro]
(top floor looking like a movie)
yeah, yeah, yeah
(traphouse posted with the shooters)
yeah
(talking ’bout money, yeah, n*gga, let’s do it)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
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