​​woke up lit Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
I'm in this bih I'm scrolling on Twitter right now nigga
I love my old account this shit got me mad as fuck
Clayco on the beat

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, boomerang money come back to me
Yes I run through the racks, just like athletes
Bitch I'm smoking on exotic gasoline
No I don't know that hoe, why you asking me?
Yeah, and I'm coming through with a classy bitch
Rocking Air Force 1s these some classic kicks nigga
I talk money, not fashion, bitch nigga
But I can't cap I be dabbing, bitch nigga
Yeah, so I talk my shit
Yea, early morning bitch I woke up lit
My hair hang long like a real bad bitch
Got a purple iPhone, full of real bad bitches
Tell the bird fly home, 'cause she act like a pigeon
When I come through all these people taking pictures
When I come through all these bitches blowing kisses
And these pants Ricky, I forgot to mention
Money dance nigga, these racks they got me jigging
I'm geeked up nigga, whole 'nother dimension
And I don't talk much, 'cause these niggas don't listen
Two iPhones, nigga, and they be getting
Me money
Come through, nigga, I be mean mugging