By My Lonely Lyrics

Got it figured out
Any way, yeah
Aye

Imma cool nigga if you get to know me
Don't spend my time tryna kiss ass
20 50 large in the book bag
I do my dirt by my lonely
Thats probably why these bitches know me
I order 50 dollar guacamole
And my diamonds hit, hit, hit
Buy a rolex tick, tick, tick
A blue Ferrari for my man
Kill these niggas boo they all lame
Put it to his head make it bang
Thats for even thinking you was fucking with us
We don't like jokes, don't be fucking with us
Saw the car keys now she fucking with us
[?] on the table thats for breakfast
For a high roller that get naked
Ice Tea told me I was special
I know the big niggas by the exit
For this money they get reckless
She wanna raise her hands for [?]
Come get me in the lambo
Play off game at [?]
Air max 97's on my toes
Top came off and I told her just pause
Influential artist like Da Vinchi
Might switch it up and buy a Bentely
[?] on the mic oh you don't get me
I heard [?]
Expensive taste in his moms stomach
All these [?] songs running
These rap trap niggas don't want it
These back pack niggas don't want it
Yeah, shots going to ya head like
Girls kissing on [?] like
Yeah, shots going to ya head like
Girls kissing on [?] like

Shots going to ya head like
Girls kissing on [?] like
Shots going to ya head like