Lyrics which way - Destroy Lonely

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I don't know which way I'm goin'
I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it
I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens
I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me
Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city
I gotta go, go, go right now
If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down

I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?"
I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now
I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy
I can't even hear what you sayin'
I put that hoe on a G5 plane

I'm on a G6, goin' insane
My brand-new watch is a old Plain Jane
My brand-new bitch in Balenciaga
My old hoe rock vintage Prada
I can get you Chanel, no problem

Callin' my jeweler, I want some diamonds
I keep goin', these niggas can't stop me
I'm way too B-I-G, who shot ya?

I sip codeine, I don't sip liquor
My young nigga been pullin' them triggers
My new bitch can't touch my figures
These niggas dead-ass broke but I'm gettin' so richer

I had to crop them out my picture
I do this shit for my momma, nigga
If you stay down, I got you, nigga
Check out the shit that we poppin', nigga
(Poppin', we poppin' shit, poppin', hey)

I don't know which way I'm goin'
I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it
I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens
I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me
Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city
I gotta go, go, go right now
If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down

I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?"
I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now
I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy
I can't even hear what you sayin'
I put that hoe on a G5 plane

I been losin' my mind
If I'm bein' honest, I ain't even have time
All this drank goin' straight to my mind
All this money goin' straight to my mind

I been high fashion splashin'
All-black super classic
She way too mean, my baby sassy
And she can get what she want, just ask me

When the rain fall, the codeine pours
I tell the plug to send that load
Expensive drip, yeah, check out the logo
I'm outside takin' fan photos

I gotta stay real, real low-key
All these niggas tryna be like me
All these bitches tryna fuck on me
Honestly, I can't get no sleep
(No sleep, no sleep, err)

I don't know which way I'm goin'
I take the purple Wockhardt and pour it
I bought some brand-new, new Rick Owens
I got a new bad bitch and she goin' all the way up with me
Yeah, she the finest hoe in her city
I gotta go, go, go right now
If I up the fire, fuck nigga, get down

I shoot the shot, like, "What's that sound?"
I'm ridin' 'round with the stick right now
I went to go bust down, my chain, ring and earring brazy
I can't even hear what you sayin'
I put that hoe on a G5 plane