NOSTYLIST Lyrics – Destroy Lonely
***, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as ***, I put it on, no help, I did this ***
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as ***
She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this ***
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as ***
Rock Balenciaga too, ***, I’m flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as ***, and they hate ’cause they don’t get it
Yeah, lil’ ***, I’m cool as ***, and it’s paper that I’m gettin’
Fly across the globe, ***, I’m gettin’ shows, yeah, I’m on a money mission
All that old *** over, but the old hoes still be tellin’ me they miss me
Yeah, I *** on her, but I can’t cuff her, I won’t make her Mrs
I don’t know that boy, and I can’t tell you how he end up missin’
I can’t tell you ***
Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
Bust down my ***, bust down my ***
I’m fresh as hell, ***, I’m fly as ***
Yeah, this a Hellcat, I’m whippin’ this
Shawty like, “Hell yeah,” she with the shits
Shawty like, “Hell yeah,” she grab my stick
Shawty like, “Hell yeah,” she grabbed my— (Shh)
***, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as ***, I put it on, no help, I did this ***
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as ***
She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this ***
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as ***
Tell that *** to keep it bool, and I might just let her kick it
Got her wet just like a pool, I’m finna dive right in her kitty
My *** rockin’ this *** too, I buy her that, she buy me this
Told my folks I’m gettin’ rich, it ain’t no way I’m washin’ dishes
All the pretty hoes comin’ to my shows, man, this *** get crazy
If I *** that *** I gotta wrap it, I don’t want no baby
I’m in the SRT, Trackhawk, tryna let my *** drive the Mercedes
Yeah, my side, ***, you play with this ***, you might just die today
Yeah, don’t play, ***, don’t play
Niggas say they insane, but I’m really insane
Yeah, *** stay in your lane, ’cause mine might drive you crazy
Yeah, I just *** that ***, I didn’t know that was your bae
Yeah, I just count this cash, it ain’t too much to say
Yeah, I just get too fly, like, what more can I say?
Yeah, she doin’ tricks on the ***, that ho Cirque du Soleil
Yeah, I’m in Milan, shawty, eatin’ squid, my *** servin’ face
***, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as ***, I put it on, no help, I did this ***
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as ***
She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this ***
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as ***
Rock Balenciaga too, ***, I’m flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as ***, and they hate ’cause they don’t get it
Yeah, lil’ ***, I’m cool as ***, and it’s paper that I’m gettin’