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 it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch

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



Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm 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 don't get it

Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm gettin'

Fly across the globe, bitch, I'm gettin' shows, yeah, I'm 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 can't cuff her, I won't make her Mrs

I don't know that boy, and I can't tell you how he end up missin'

I can't tell you shit

Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist

Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch

I'm fresh as hell, bitch, I'm fly as shit

Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm 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)