Destroy Lonely - NOSTYLIST

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist

Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit

Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit

She in school, but its cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch

Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit



Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, Im flyer than a pigeon

Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget

All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate cause they dont get it

Yeah, lil bitch, Im cool as fuck, and its paper that Im gettin

Fly across the globe, bitch, Im gettin shows, yeah, Im on a money mission

All that old shit over, but the old hoes still be tellin mе they miss me

Yeah, I fuck on hеr, but I cant cuff her, I wont make her Mrs

I dont know that boy, and I cant tell you how he end up missin

I cant tell you shit

Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist

Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch

Im fresh as hell, bitch, Im fly as shit

Yeah, this a Hellcat, Im whippin this

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the shits

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my— (Shh)