Top Songs By Destroy Lonely
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
Bigga Rankin
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sandimanie
Lyrics
Cade Phillip Blodgett
Composer
Marian Pfaff
Composer
Giuseppe Vasaturo
Composer
Thomas Herrick
Composer
Jalan Lowe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil 88
Producer
T99
Producer
Wasa
Producer
TOOM
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer
Cade
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
You see, a lot of people, they say they don't understand these young ****
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot signs
And if you don't pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man
All my **** in the industry, when these young **** step to you, my ****
Give them the right answer, my ****, the right direction
So they can further they career, and all you DJs play these young **** shit
If the shit good, give them a chance, ****
This is the fuckin' future, man
[Chorus]
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
[Verse 1]
She like to geek like a nerd
She want cocaine, think she Scarface
I been gettin' way too high
Got ash on my mink Cartier
Hop in a SRT, go skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and now she cursed, yeah
Baby money, money lead a rockstar life, I like to partake
I got blood on my Timbs
I just broke a whole damn ATM
I just made a hurricane in here
I shoulda caught this on film
She wanna just fuck on me, she wanna go fuck on him
I been livin' in luxury, got VVSs on all my rims
[Chorus]
My bitch rockin' a black bandana
I'm jumpin' out, East Atlanta
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist having a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker
My weed blowin' strong like a speaker
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her
Money
Bitch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist
Check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick
I need help, I can't even feel shit
Baby money
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie, Cade Phillip Blodgett, Giuseppe Vasaturo, Jalan Lowe, Marian Pfaff, Orlean Plummer, Thomas Herrick