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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian Jeffries
Cristian Jeffries
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Kenneth Smith
Kenneth Smith
Songwriter
Gregory Davis II
Gregory Davis II
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cristian Jeffries
Cristian Jeffries
Producer
Macnificent
Macnificent
Producer
Slo Meezy
Slo Meezy
Producer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
Haewon Moon
Haewon Moon
Producer
Timon Adams
Timon Adams
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Killer Dope by the pound, lean by the pints, yeah, I pour more than an ounce Smoke more than an ounce, more water than showers Shawty showin' love, she tryna fuck me every hour She say I'm Sour Patch, first I'm sweet, huh, then I'm sour I just want her just to stay with me right now Finna call my jeweler up, I want to bust my wrist down, bruh Every time I'm poppin' out now, huh Young nigga wanna pick me up right now, huh I'm geeked up, shades on, huh, right now I'm 21 but feel like a 30 right now I got to keep a .30 on me right now 'Cause the Chrome Hearts jeans cost about seven thousand All this money comin' in, it done broke my bank account I got different type diamonds on my wrist right now Tell them niggas, "Watch this" Every time I'm comin' through, you know I'm shit poppin' I feel like I done did it all and they done did nothin' I tell her live her life, she's fall in luck, baby, trust me I do a whole lotta ballin' I ain't sweatin' nothin' They do a whole lot of frontin', I'm the Look Killer, do a whole lotta stuntin' All my shooters brazy, do a whole lotta gunnin' All these niggas bitches do is a whole lotta runnin' Dope by the pound, lean by the pints, yeah, I pour more than an ounce Smoke more than an ounce, more water than showers Shawty showin' love, she tryna fuck me every hour She say I'm Sour Patch, first I'm sweet, huh, then I'm sour I just want her just to stay with me right now Finna call my jeweler up, I want to bust my wrist down, bruh Every time I'm poppin' out now, huh My fits outstandin', all these diamonds on me got your main bitch drownin' She comin' through, I'm fresh as fuck, the lame niggas frownin' I got more ice than mountains, if a nigga fake, tell him get the fuck from 'round me Goin' raver crazy, walked in, turned it up now I done rocked the show and half the fans is fuckin' passed out, yeah Her ass so fat, when she walk, it's hangin' out I get so much cash, I can fuckin' cash out All I know, huh, is I was broke, now I'm on, huh My diamonds bright, turn, turn the lights off, the lights on, huh I was right, these niggas, they dead wrong, huh Just live your life, you only get one lil' bro Every night, nigga, yeah, I'm in the studio I turned it up and now these niggas callin' my phone I turned it up and now these bitches callin' my phone I done picked it up, bitch, just put my ice on (rave, killer) Dope by the pound, lean by the pints, yeah, I pour more than an ounce Smoke more than an ounce, more water than showers Shawty showin' love, she tryna fuck me every hour She say I'm Sour Patch, first I'm sweet, huh, then I'm sour I just want her just to stay with me right now Finna call my jeweler up, I want to bust my wrist down, bruh Every time I'm poppin' out now, huh
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Corey Moon, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Cristian Jeffries, Gregory Davis Ii, Kenneth Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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