RTM lyrics

[Intro: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah (Clayco on the beat)

[Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
Uh, yeah
Big racks, we throw them sh*ts in the air
Yeah, big dope, we smoke it up with no scale
Yeah I pay the full price, n*gga, f*ck sales
Yeah I put a bad b*tch 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 n*gga, I wait on the mail
I don't wait on no b*tch, man, I go get another one
Asked that hoe if she got friends then bring my big brother one
b*tch, I'm the first one, no, not the other onе
My bro sold his first gun and went brought another one
This rich sh*t look likе I got me a turban on
This rich b*tch count up so quick that it turn me on
My life is a movie, b*tch, 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, b*tch, I'm smoking strong
I'm not distracted by b*tches, my money long
And if you not talking 'bout some cash then leave me alone
Yeah, b*tch, my money long, uh
Yeah, b*tch, 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 sh*t loaded
These n*ggas b*tches, 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 sh*t on me
I'm so icy like popsicles, yo b*tch, she lick on me
I'm so fly like Paparazzi, this sh*t so lit lowkey
I recorded this sh*t in the trap with some Rick on me
And I don't know these n*ggas but I bet they b*tch know me
[Chorus: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah, n*gga)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (No cap)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (And I'm still smoking good dope)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (And my money real long b*tch)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah, Related Through Money sh*t, you know what the f*ck goin' on, man)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long
Yeah, b*tch, my money long
Yeah, b*tch, my money long

[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
And I'm posted in the trap with like two 40s
Shawty wan' suck on my di*k 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 b*tches that don't take the chalk for me
I'm with Lil' Lone and the [?], here come full [?]
Shot a n*gga now his blood on the Vlone Forces (Smoke his ass)
Heat on me b*tch, don't think I won't torture
Last n*gga play with this, he got tortured
Bad b*tch 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 f*cking yo b*tch and I'm watching my chains hit her
I did that there for a lil' [?], n*gga
Gucci umbrella, it pours when it rain, n*gga
Lost my grandma and it made me insane, n*gga
I'm not the same but I still be the same n*gga
Run up on Smoke, you get killed by the same n*gga
All these drugs, man, that sh*t just draining me
She sucking nuts, lil' hoe, just drain them b*tches
I be counting up, give a f*ck 'bout fame n*gga
I don't even like cameras, we sell cocaine n*gga
[Chorus: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Uh)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Uh)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Brrr, bee)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Uh)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Uh, yeah, RTM)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, my money long
(Clayco on the beat)