MDMA ft. Destroy Lonely de Ken Carson

(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him)
Yeah, I've been sippin' way too much drank, I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some, I keep hittin'
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 designer belts, 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, ooh

Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh

This is not Prada, ooh, ooh

Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh

But I call her baby

She let me drive a lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes

This a S550, nah, this not a 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 looks 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 get no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'

I'm makin' ten, twelve, fifteen 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

And she got Givenchy striped boots on her feet, they come a lil' closer

Haha

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 the crib without my pole

Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for shit, for show

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

I'm in Europe, shawty spent like twenty-five 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, enough on 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 looks 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 get no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'