high af (og) - destroy lonely lyrics
[intro]
yeah
[chorus]
i woke up this morning
last night, n*gga, i was just high as f*ck
it was just me and my muhf*ckin’ brudda
it was two b*tches, and they bad as f*ck
i took your ho ’cause i’m smooth like b*tter
and now i’m goin’ up and you mad as f*ck
lil’ b*tch, i’m growin’ up, can’t be mad over nun’
and i think like a old head, but i am young
and i move like a og, n*gga, wassup
and i hang with them og’s, n*gga, wassup
i’m not rockin’ no og’s, these saint laurent
i’m not f*ckin’ my old hoes, n*gga, you dumb
you can go have my old hoes, n*gga, have fun
i showed my bro a new b*tch, told him, “go have fun”
we used to not have nothing
we used to walk to park, we ain’t have no money
[verse 1]
now i call a uber for sum, i call a uber for your b*tch, and she get to f*ckin’
oops, i mean that she get to suckin’, she suck me up, ’till that b*tch just start cumming
[?] shе gon’ do it again
i guess i just made that lil’ stupid ho mad
now she on thе gram playin’ lonely again
i call that sh*t “the lil’ lonely effect”
and my n*gga, real right, bangin’ they set
and my n*gga, real right, you can get checked
and i’m the young n*gga that’s chasin’ the check
i’m not chasin’ no b*tch, yeah, i’m on to the next
i’m sorry, lonely, yeah, i’m trying my best, but i’ma be drinkin’ ’till i’m put to rest
premium dope, put that sh*t in my chest
premium b*tch, put my d*ck in her neck
n*gga, i’m dripped out just like a jetski
and i stay on ten toes, n*gga, you can’t test me
[refrain]
test me (yeah)
n*gga, you can’t test me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
test me (yeah)
n*gga, you can’t test me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
i got answers for all of their questions
yes, i punch on these tracks, i’m the young n*gga [?]
i’m the one dark lord, guess they didn’t get the message
and this b*tch keep callin’, but no, i’m not answering
i’m in the back of the spot, gettin’ high as f*ck, lil’ b*tch, ain’t no way that i’m answering
and i’m in this b*tch and i’m high, but i’m occupied, so lil’ b*tch, you’re just gon’ have to text me
and i’m in this b*tch and i’m fly, yeah, real*real fly, ain’t no way that these n*ggas can catch me
i had to cut off some weight, don’t got time for no extra
and that’s a bad b*tch, still don’t got time to text her
[chorus]
i woke up this morning
last night, n*gga, i was just high as f*ck
it was just me and my muhf*ckin’ brudda
it was two b*tches, and they bad as f*ck
i took your ho ’cause i’m smooth like b*tter
and now i’m goin’ up and you mad as f*ck
lil’ b*tch, i’m growin’ up, can’t be mad over nun’
and i think like a old head, but i am young
and i move like a og, n*gga, wassup
and i hang with them og’s, n*gga, wassup
i’m not rockin’ no og’s, these saint laurent
i’m not f*ckin’ my old hoes, n*gga, you dumb
you can go have my old hoes, n*gga, have fun
i showed my bro a new b*tch, told him, “go have fun”
we used to not have nothing
we used to walk to park, we ain’t have no money
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