​world tour Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
(Clayco on the beat)
Youngin' in this bitch, I'm smoking
I think it's called, uh, Money Bag Runtz
This shit, it's smokin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'm fuckin' with it, shit got me high
And my, yeah
And my, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
And my jeans Dior
Bad bitch, I adore her
We blow racks in stores
But that's a different story
And my genre horror
And I fuck different whores
I touchdown in different cities
This shit like a world tour
Fuck that ho one time, she miss me, say I mean the world to her
Yeah, tell her bring her girls with her, she brought hoes for all of us
I think I seen that bitch on Twitter, I don't even follow her
Nigga, I'm on thе top floor lit, I see clouds like all over

[Verse]
I'm so high, young nigga might fall over
Dеsigner on me, yeah, that shit it's all on me
Comme Des Garçons shit, and it's all on me
Bad bitch lit, and she feelin' all on me
A young nigga lit, tell 'em "Bet it all on me"
I put that shit on from summer to the fall, homie
Rick Owens kicks, yeah, I spent a pound on 'em
European fit, I spent a few pounds on this shit
I got water in my ear, and you might just drown, lil' bitch
And you know I'm ballin' just like I'm Nowitzki, baby
No, you cannot get me, baby
Brand new drip, can't get this, nigga
High numbers, can't hit these, nigga
Yeah, high res', can't take these pictures
High price, I smoke weed different
Yeah, high, and I do bad bitches
Yeah, back in, so I can see these niggas
Bitch, I'm online tryna hack this shit
Yeah, both these phones got me racks, lil' bitch
And these Tokyo denims, got racks in 'em
All black Dark Lord, just like Dracula
We lock the door 'cause, nigga, we be trapped in here
We lock the door 'cause, nigga, we be strapped in here
We lock the door because we smokin' dope in this bitch, nigga