fly sht - Destroy Lonely (sped up+reverb)

All rights reserved to Destroy Lonely, Opium, and Interscope. Make sure to subscribe! Lyrics from genius.com: [Intro] Yeah [Chorus] All of my bitches pop fly shit My whole damn gang on fly shit Show her how to pop it, that's all I did All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin' I get money, I'm 'bout them digits Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission Take a white double cup and I kiss it I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin' Got bad bitches showin' they titties I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin' Fucked her once, now I think I miss her [Verse 1] Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, I go get it Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted I stay strapped, nigga, love my pistol All the drugs been fuckin' up my system All these niggas some losers, baby, I'm a winner I'm a young nigga, I been boolin', fuckin' all these niggas' sisters Really been tired of these niggas, if I see another opp, I'ma tell my slime, "Go get 'em" All my diamonds, they stuck on froze and shorty tryna come suck my popsicle Okay, you cool, but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drank 'cause the Percs make me sicker I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker And we gon' rob you, it's a stick up [Chorus] All of my bitches pop fly shit My whole damn gang on fly shit Show her how to pop it, that's all I did All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin' I get money, I'm 'bout them digits Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission Take a white double cup and I kiss it I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin' Got bad bitches showin' they titties I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin' Fucked her once, now I think I miss her [Verse 2] Talkin' 'bout money, nigga, I go get it Cut the fake niggas out my pictures Bought my new bitch Balencis It's not Christmas, anything she want, she can get it 'Cause I get paid, lil' nigga, no, I'm not trickin' My brand new Glock hold a fifty All these bitches in my way, I'm finna hit 'em And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pourin' up drank, I'm a real deal sipper Shorty kissin' all on my face and she said she ain't ate all day, now she pullin' my zipper I got some blue hundreds all on my me in my sack, lil' shorty, but I'm not Crippin' All these niggas keep on playin' games, I'm deadass serious and that's the difference Shorty said she don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image All they do is hate, I don't listen, I look in the mirror, I'm still that nigga Huh, I'm still gettin' richer and all my clothes cost way more than that nigga Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout that whole nigga Yeah, my clothes cost a whole bitch Yeah, you walk in my closet, you see new designers and a whole bunch of old shit Yeah, if you walk in my spot, see a whole bunch of Glocks and whole bunch of old sticks Yeah, these niggas tryna act like they knew me back then, but these niggas don't know me And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, yeah [Chorus] All of my bitches pop fly shit My whole damn gang on fly shit Show her how to pop it, that's all I did All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me, it is what it is Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin' I get money, I'm 'bout them digits Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission Take a white double cup and I kiss it I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin' Got bad bitches showin' they titties I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm goin' missin' Fucked her once, now I think I miss her