RTM

Lyrics

[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 [Chorus: Destroy Lonely] Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah, nigga) Yeah, bitch, my money long (No cap) Yeah, bitch, my money long (And I'm still smoking good dope) Yeah, bitch, my money long (And my money real long bitch) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah, Related Through Money shit, you know what the fuck goin' on, man) Yeah, bitch, my money long Yeah, bitch, my money long Yeah, bitch, my money long [Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo] And I'm posted in the trap with like two 40s Shawty wan' suck on my dick but she too boring I took a trip but I'm not touring I got like 2 thousand Xans in my Ralph Lauren I got two bitches that don't take the chalk for me I'm with Lil' Lone and the [?], here come full [?] Shot a nigga now his blood on the Vlone Forces (Smoke his ass) Heat on me bitch, don't think I won't torture Last nigga play with this, he got tortured Bad bitch with me, I just might spoil her Kel-Tec on me, we gon' spin These streets get cold like December I been thugging ever since I can't remember Momma mad cause she know I'ma gang member I'm fucking yo bitch and I'm watching my chains hit her I did that there for a lil' [?], nigga Gucci umbrella, it pours when it rain, nigga Lost my grandma and it made me insane, nigga I'm not the same but I still be the same nigga Run up on Smoke, you get killed by the same nigga All these drugs, man, that shit just draining me She sucking nuts, lil' hoe, just drain them bitches I be counting up, give a fuck 'bout fame nigga I don't even like cameras, we sell cocaine nigga [Chorus: Destroy Lonely] Yeah, bitch, my money long (Uh) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Uh) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Brrr, bee) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Uh) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) (Clayco on the beat) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Uh, yeah, RTM) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Uh, yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Uh, yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, my money long (Clayco on the beat)