Текст песни By My Lonely (feat. Baby Sosa) - SLUMBOYARDEE

Vroom
Bitches be fake
Yessir
To the moon and back
Ya dig
It's Yardee

All this designer but Ima still drip by my lonely
Who my real friends? Feel like Tony Montana
The perky get you in your zone and I wish that you told me
The molly get you in your zone and I wish that you told me
All this designer but Ima still drip by my lonely
Who my real friends? Feel like Tony Montana
The perky get you in your zone and I wish that you told me

The molly get you in your zone and I wish that you told me

I'm probably mistaking Brielle and Janae with Naomi
I don't discriminate, long as you riding it slowly, so slowly
Harder and harder to trust niggas talking so show me
Harder and harder to duck all the fakes and the phonies
I don't mind handouts but I got this shit on my own
Don't understand all these messages blowing my phone
No, you can't hold these racks unless you throwing the dome
My bank always there for me when you hoes leave me alone
Smoking that cookie pack up, we in the zone
Gorilla Glue 4 gas, setting the tone
I put the trees in the boat when the night get stormy
I put my hands on her throat when she tell me she horny
Knows what she's worth but she still fuck around and adore me
Can't get away from the bottles, the bitches, they bore me

I don't be thinking, the henny be doing it for me
Honestly Hennessy just isn't doing it for me

All this designer but Ima still drip by my lonely
Who my real friends? Feel like Tony Montana
The perky get you in your zone and I wish that you told me
The molly get you in your zone and I wish that you told me
All this designer but Ima still drip by my lonely

Who my real friends? Feel like Tony Montana
The perky get you in your zone and I wish that you told me
The molly get you in your zone and I wish that you told me

Momma said it was fair ones
My ones was lonely
Always count up when I'm done
Benjamin's only
When I walk in the spot
All the bitches be on me
Glock go pop pop pop
If a nigga try me then I'm on it
I'm so hot
Got it on lock
Hate on a bitch
Know I won't stop
I feel so pretty, I'm poppin my gloss
Flex on a bitch
Gin drip like a faucet
Bitches turned fake
That was yo loss
Bitches turned fake
That was yo loss
Bitches turned fake
That was yo loss
Bitch turned fake
Bitch you know I was yo only friend
Old niggas start hatin
My old bitch don't wan see me win

Thought we was fam
Thought we was suppose to be getting this bread
Remember sitting on the bed
Thinking bout how we gon double this check

I'm probably finessing the Prada yo go with the Kobe's
I hate trends, niggas ain't never find KONY
I hate friends, don't do fake, that's family
Been real right, don't flee, just fight, you shittin me

Shorty getting dressed for the club in the bnb
Know we runnin late, had to stop for the 6 piece
Head on my lap, see you tryna get frisky
Playing with the pussy in the heated seats
Feds had to search off a top for amphetamines
Dirty sprite still in my spleen, promethazine
Praying for the guys and the team see eternity
Never see 4 walls, rats and attorneys
My brother still fighting for freedom
I can't wait to see him like president Bernie
They taxing me, trying to turn me
Trying to kill me, trying to burn me
But you cannot kill what's already dead
I recommend you read up on taxidermy
I put my name in the letterhead
Dedicate this to the kids that are on the journey