Lonely Lyrics

Yea I'm just finna go off the top with this shit nigga

And Brodie told me just go full auto with no auto you know?

I just feel like they ain't been hearing me lately

With all that tuning and shit

Mother fuckers said they want that old Ky back

(To be honest I don't even think I'm ready if they ready, ahahaha)

Watch what you say out your lips

Heard you gone slide with no ride

I pull through your block like I heard that you needed a Lyft

It's another homicide, unidentified when we blow you get left with the wind

It's gone be his last time seeing out his eyes

And that's if he can see through the tints, huh?

Yea nigga 5 percent, huh?

I heard the money was pending

I ain't a cheap guy, I hope it's 2 5,s on that nigga head cuz I need 10

Heard it's some more guys that'll do the job

We'll you need to sit them on the bench

We blow the house down Nigga fuck the pigs

And the hair on they Chiny Chin Chin, Huh?

Hang a nigga by the chin

He see the flashlight like pictures

Nigga it came with the stick

Have bro hit the switch like now you see the lights flicker

I ain't never tripping when I'm off the Act Nigga

So you know I'm a stick to the scripture

It ain't a damn thing I'm worried about

Cuz I know what comes with the business

They said I talk loud, I got a bad mouth, and I need to go to the dentist, huh?

They'll never know the feeling, huh?

Still in the trenches

Big bitch on me got extensions

Me and my niggas been running up digits

We get the cash then we do division

Got in that bag and out of my feelings

I'm on the road, nigga I'm spinning

Walk in with my pole they know I'm concealing

I'm in that lane, I been a beast they just can't tame

I still try to remain, humble cuz there was days I ain't have a thang

Knew I was gone shine after the rain

But I couldn't sit and just wait on the day

Got in that field and I made me a play

Fixed me a meal yea I made me a plate, AHHHH

Now I see what my bro was talking about

When he was talking about that full auto

I low key fuck with this shit

Ahuhh

Yea Aight

Yea Aight

Charged up like my mother fucking city

Who the fuck told these little niggas that I wasn't with it

We finna pay him a visit

We spin his block like a, we spin his block a

We spin his block like a mother fucking fidget

We finna go in his house and get him evicted

Momma always said I'm gifted, we finna wrap him like Christmas, huh huh?

Drill his ass with this tool

We finna beat on his block like Flintstones nigga Yabba Dabba Dabba Doo

He ain't never pulled a trick off with his gun we going to abracadabra his tool

Talking about sending shots at a Nigga 40 fill him up like alcohol proof, huh?

He ain't got nothing to loose Wadduh with him

(Niggas been staying down for the longest until we come up you know)

(We ain't faking it until we make it nigga)

(We just doing us)

(AHH)

(And keep them fake ass niggas up out your circle too don't forget about that)