fly sht - destroy lonely lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, all my b*tches pop fly sh*t
my whole d*mn gang on fly sh*t
show her how to pop it, that’s all i did
all these n*ggas my sons, but i ain’t got no kids
and all these b*tches tryna come through and f*ck me
it is what it is
talkin’ ’bout fly sh*t, that’s all i’m kickin’
i get money, i’m about them digits
goin’ james bond, completin’ this mission
take a white double cup and i kiss it
i go blonde hair, mary kate, i’m drippin’
got bad b*tches showin’ they titties
i take a flight every other day in a brand new city, i’m goin’ missin’
f*cked her once, now i think i miss her
[verse 1]
talkin’ about money, n*gga, i go get it
designer clothes, baby, i stay fitted
i stay strapped, n*gga, loading my pistol
all the drugs been f*ckin’ up my system
all these n*ggas some d*mn losers, baby, i’m a winner
i’m a young n*gga, i been boolin’, f*ckin’ all these n*ggas sisters
really been tired and n*gga if i see another opp, i’ma tell my slime “go get ’em”
all my diamonds they stuck on froze, and shawty tryna come suck my popsicle
okay, you cool, but i’m sicker, i stay sippin’ drink ’cause them percs make me sicker
i put a red down all on his head, no sticker
and we got run down, it’s a stick up
[chorus]
all my b*tches pop fly sh*t
my whole d*mn gang on fly sh*t
show her how to pop it, that’s all i did
all these n*ggas my sons, but i ain’t got no kids
and all these b*tches tryna come through and f*ck me
it is what it is
talkin’ ’bout fly sh*t, that’s all i’m kickin’
i get money, i’m about them digits
goin’ james bond, completin’ this mission
take a white double cup and i kiss it
i go blonde hair, mary kate, i’m drippin’
got bad b*tches showin’ they titties
i take a flight every other day in a brand new city, i’m goin’ missin’
f*cked her once, now i think i miss her
[verse 2]
talkin’ about money, n*gga, i go get it
cut the fake n*ggas out my pictures
bought my new b*tch balencis
it’s not christmas, anything she want she can get it
’cause i get paid, lil’ n*gga, no i’m not trickin’
my brand new glock hold a fifty
all these b*tches in my way, i’m finna hit ’em
and i keep a whole pt with me, yeah, i stay pourin’ up drank, i’m a real deal sipper
shawty kissin’ all on my face, she said she ain’t ate all day, now she pullin’ my zipper
i got some blue hundreds all on my me, in my safe, lil’ shawty, but i’m not crippin’
all these n*ggas keep on playin’ games, i’m deadass serious and that’s the difference
shawty said she don’t wanna miss me, i tell her to take a picture and save that image
all they do is hate, i don’t listen, i look in the mirror, i’m still that n*gga (huh)
still gettin’ rich, and all my clothes cost way more than that n*gga
yeah, i’m talkin’ about that whole n*gga (yeah)
my clothes cost a whole b*tch (yeah)
you walk in my closet, you see new designer and a whole bunch of old sh*t (yeah)
if you walk in my spots, see a whole bunch of glocks and whole bunch of old sticks (yeah)
these n*ggas tryna act like they knew me back then, but these n*ggas don’t know me (yeah)
and i keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat (yeah)
[chorus]
all my b*tches pop fly sh*t
my whole d*mn gang on fly sh*t
show her how to pop it, that’s all i did
all these n*ggas my sons, but i ain’t got no kids
and all these b*tches tryna come through and f*ck me
it is what it is
talkin’ ’bout fly sh*t, that’s all i’m kickin’
i get money, i’m about them digits
goin’ james bond, completin’ this mission
take a white double cup and i kiss it
i go blonde hair, mary kate, i’m drippin’
got bad b*tches showin’ they titties
i take a flight every other day in a brand new city, i’m goin’ missin’
f*cked her once, now i think i miss her
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