RTM BigSmokeChapo (Ft. Destroy Lonely)

[Intro: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah (Clayco on the beat)

[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
Uh, yeah
Big racks, we throw them shits in the air
Yeah, big dope, we smoke it up with no scale
Yeah I pay the full price, nigga, fuck sales
Yeah I put a bad bitch right on the shelf
Uh, I get the racks, yeah, through Zelle
Yeah, I put this fashion on all by myself
I don't wait on no nigga, I wait on the mail
I don't wait on no bitch, man, I go get another one
Asked that hoe if she got friends then bring my big brother one
Bitch I'm the first one, no, not the other onе
My bro sold his first gun and went brought another one
This rich shit look likе I got me a turban on
This rich bitch count up so quick that it turn me on
My life is a movie, bitch, come get a cameo
I walk in, I'm so fly, I may just turn yo camera on
Diamonds flash like they got the cameras on
I might just crash this lil' whip, bitch, I'm smoking strong
I'm not distracted by bitches, my money long
And if you not talking 'bout some cash then leave me alone
Yeah, bitch, my money long, uh
Yeah, bitch, my money long
I make some more thousands, count up a lil' lone
I'm the Top Floor Boss, came a long way from Lil Lonely
And my boy, he got one in the head, keep that shit loaded
These niggas bitches, if we up, they gon' get low
My prices, they keep raising up, they can't get lower
My pockets stuffed up with ones, keep some shit on me
I'm so icy like popsicles, yo bitch, she lick on me
I'm so fly like Paparazzi, this shit so lit lowkey
I recorded this shit in the trap with some Rick on me
And I don't know these niggas but I bet they bitch know me