[Intro: Destroy Lonely & Apollo Red]
Yeah (On lean, huh, on lean, huh, on lean)
Yeah (On lean, huh, on lean, huh, on lean)
Woah, woah, woah (On lean, huh, on lean, huh, on lean)
[Chorus: Destroy Lonely]
I pour thirty-two lines, yeah, that's two damn pints
I'm 'bout to dirty my Sprite, I need way more ice, dawg
I've been known to get fly, my whole damn fit on kite, shawty
Mixin' up my drugs, I've been on Adderall and molly
Got a foreign ho throwin' up them B's, put her on a jet, we out to Bali
No, I'm not police, I'll make you freeze, put diamonds on your body
I'm 'bout to ice my bitch up, over a million dollars dropped in Bugatti
She don't even need no stylist, goin' designer diamonds, yeah, BVLGARI
[Verse 1: Apollo Red]
You worried 'bout bitches, don't talk about it
'Cause you thе only one that's seen my body
Brand-new ho ain't got no mileagе, dress her up, now I'm her stylist
I buy her whatever, she's seen my pockets
We be outside and we wildin' (Facts)
I ain't even talkin' 'bout none of that shit, that lil' boy shit, that's childish
She tryna bring out my old hoes but I told her that we goin' past that
Green light, shawty on go mode, I know she comin' for me, ain't gotta ask that
Thick thighs, you can see it from the front, you ain't gotta ask where her ass at
Attitude, yeah, she's so stuck up, I don't even know what she mad at (I don't even know, huh, I don't even know)
[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
I don't even know what she mad at, all that shit, we passed that
Tell a broke bitch to back-back, tell a broke nigga to back-back
Drop 'bout eighty on your bag, I make sure you lookin' good
I like when you count my cash
She wanna be like me
She wanna be like the gang, she stealin' our swag
She ain't tryna fuck with them niggas
She'd rather cut them off, she ain't comin' back
She want a shot with me
You takin' her to the mall, we all in the back of the store
She brought her friends with me
You've been pissin' them off and scarin' the hoes
It's crazy how it goes
It's crazy how I'm switchin' up my swag, got too many flows
It's brazy how my niggas rich, she ain't gotta pick but she chose
She tryna fuck on the gang, tryna pose
If she dome me, she will my bro
[Verse 3: Apollo Red]
Like Snapchat, she go ghost
Off two pills, I need more (Off two pills)
Don't act like you my ho (Don't act)
When I know you fuckin' on my bro
When I know you fuckin' on my woa' (On God)
I'll send a truck, can't get my lo' (Uh-uh)
Glock is tucked but it's still gon' show
Please, don't play, this bitch gon' blow
Just like a thief, she stealin' my clothes but I'm not even mad at her (Not even mad, shawty)
Talkin' 'bout hair done, nails did, that's petty, I'll Cash App her (I'll send it)
I got more money than I ever did but know that I'm still trappin' (I still got shit for sale)
I just put 220 on my dash 'cause I'm tryna live faster (I'm still tryna hit the gas)
[Chorus: Destroy Lonely & Apollo Red]
I pour thirty-two lines, yeah, that's two damn pints (Thirty-two lines, shawty)
I'm 'bout to dirty my Sprite, I need way more ice, dawg
I've been known to get fly, my whole damn fit on kite, shawty
Mixin' up my drugs, I've been on Adderall and molly
Got a foreign ho throwin' up them B's, put her on a jet, we out to Bali
No, I'm not police, I'll make you freeze, put diamonds on your body
I'm 'bout to ice my bitch up, over a million dollars dropped in Bugatti
She don't even need no stylist, goin' designer diamonds, yeah, BVLGARI
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