SYRUP SIPPIN - Destroy Lonely

Real nigga radio
You see, a lot of people, they say they don't understand these young niggas
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot of signs
And if you don't pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man, huh
All my niggas in the industry, when these young niggas step to you, my nigga
Give them the right answer, my nigga, the right direction
So they can further they career, and all you DJs, play these young niggas shit
If the shit good, give them a chance, nigga
This is the fuckin' future, man
Woo-woo
Woo-woo (Baby, yeah)
Woo-woo (Baby Money, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm back on that bullshit, yeah)

My bitch rockin' a black bandana (Black ban—)
I’m jumpin' out East Atlanta (Yeah)
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras (Yeah)
Got money, I look like a scammer (Yeah)
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (Yeah)
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker (Woo-woo)
My weed blowin', so are the speakers (Uh-uh)
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her (Yeah)
Money (Baby money)
Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
All of my hoes top ten (Ten)
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (Style)
Huh, check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled (Just spilled)
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (I'm sick)
I need help, I can't even feel shit (Can't feel)

She like to geek like a nerd, she want cocaine, think she Scarface (Yeah)
I've been gettin' way too high, got ash on my mink carpet (Yeah)
I made the SRT go skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, and now she carsick (Skrrt-skrrt)
Baby Money, money, live a rockstar life, I like to party (Yeah, woo-woo, woo-woo)
I've got blood on my Timbs, I just brought the whole damn ATM (Yeah)
I just made a hurricane in here, I should've caught this on film (Yeah)
She wanna just fuck on me, but she wanna go fuck on him (Yeah)
I been livin' in luxury, got VVS' on all my limbs

My bitch rockin' a black bandana (Woo-woo, black ban—)
I’m jumpin' out East Atlanta (Yeah)
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer (Money)
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (Seizure)
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker (Yeah)
My weed blowin', so are the speakers (Yeah)
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her (Baby Money)
Money (Baby Money, Baby Money)
Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
All of my hoes top ten (Ten)
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (Yeah)
Huh, check my drip (Drip)
I need a janitor, I just spilled (Spilled)
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (Woo-woo)
I need help, I can't even feel shit (Woo-woo), yeah

Baby Money, woo-woo
Real nigga radio, woo-woo
Woo-woo (Woo-woo)
(Blatt)
(Blatt)

Or run out the way—where—where is the G6 at?
Forty-seven minutes for the 'shrooms?
—time is the G6? What time is the G6?
The chocolate bar 'shrooms though, that what we was talking 'bout