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)