By My Lonely

Yeah, got it figured out

Got it figured out

Comin' anyway

Yeah

Hey

I'm a cool **** if you get to know me

Don't spend my time tryna kiss ass

250 large in a book bag

I do my dirt by my lonely

That's probably why these bitches know me

I order $50 guacamole

And my diamonds hit, hit, hit

Why your Rollie tick, tick, tick

A blue fur for my main

Kill these ****, boo they all lame

Put it to his head and make it bang

That for even thinkin' you were fuckin' with us

We don't like jokes, don't be fuckin' with us

Saw the car keys and now she fuckin' with us

Roscoe's on the table, that's for breakfast

For a high roller, they get naked

Ice-T told me I was special

I know the big **** by the exit

For this money, they get reckless

She want her wrist, her hands froze

Come get me in the Lambo

Playoff game at Lambeau

Air Max 97s on my toes

Top came off and I told just post

Influential artist like Givenchy

Might switch it up and buy a Bentley

Regular on the mic, y'all don't get me

I heard he turned down five hunnid

Expensive taste in his mom's stomach

All these wack songs y'all runnin'

These rap trap **** don't want it

These back pack **** don't want it

Shots goin' to your head like

Girls kissin' on your ear like

Shots goin' to your head like

Girls kissin' on your ear like

By my lonely

By my lonely

By my lonely

She got her hair down

I might just get some

Hair down

Shots goin' to your head like

Hair down

Girls kissin' on your ear like

Hair down

Shots goin' to your head like