MDMA (feat. Destroy Lonely)

(Nah, he ain't- he's not even Teen X, fuck him)

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Yeah

I've been sippin' way too much drink, 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, oh

Rick on my collar, oh, oh

This is not Prada, oh, oh

Yeah, she not a toddler, oh, oh

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, 12, 15 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

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 looking strong, I'm boolin' with this model ho and she love coke

I'm in Europe, shawty, spent like 25 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'