Gorgeous lyrics

[Intro]
(Go beyond)

[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
Don't need no chorus
Got stars in the Wraith, this gorgeous
My b*tch too bad, she gorgeous
Undercover, you can't afford this
Uh, had to put myself on, I never had no help
Yeah, left the b*tch at home, told her go f*ck herself
I'm seeing parallel, these drugs they ain't gon' do me well
I done made a couple bands, I threw them b*tches in the well
I done took my losses but these dubs I take, I never tell
They done triеd to sweep me off my feet but man I never fеll
Uh, dead bodies come from Twitter fingers
I don't really be on the internet much, but I'm shootin' sh*t with these trigger fingers
New month, I'm in a new state
New b*tch got some fat cake
OVO, I got a big Drac'
Ain't afraid to let some sh*t shake
Bad b*tch gon' shake it up
All the money on the floor, rake it up
I'm done f*cking you, I had enough
Got drugs on me, but I ain't the plug
Naked hoes, but it ain't a club
Stripper b*tch tryna fall in love
Diamonds on me dance, double dutch
Get up out the way, f*ck 'em up
[Bridge: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
b*tch, let's go
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
b*tch, let's go

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
I ain't playin' with these n*ggas no more
Got a .9, goin' Tony Romo
Number Nine jeans, Tony Romo
Glock got a di*k, n*gga, yeah, no homo
I gotta vibe and she stuck on go mode
Yeah, you my slime, that's fasho
Yeah, you telling lies, b*tch, yeah I know
"Can we do a [?], take a photo?"
Could be slidin', not a photo
In the mosh pit, at my show
Yeah, that's a thot then she not my hoe
b*tch I put it on, yeah
Playin' no defense on the [?]
b*tch I'm playin' no, yeah
b*tch I put on for all my folks
I take my number up won't wait to call my phone
Yeah, I take my b*tches up, can't f*ck that ho no more
Yeah, I changed my prices up, its ten bands for a show
Yeah, I f*cked my money up and then go some more
Yeah, I woke up early just to smoke weed with my bros
Yeah, I woke up early just to smoke weed with my hoe
Yeah, f*ck it I'm going Hollywood, don't talk to me no more
Yeah, f*ck it I just typed it up and can't turn down no more
I was just in the backseat of that Maybache, smokin' dope
I was just in the frontseat with yo b*tch, and then she gave me throat
I just died my hair like grey and white, lil' b*tch, 'cause I'm the goat
Yeah if you play that sh*t you gon' die, we just gon smoke you like the Pope