Not The Mayor Lyrics – Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
Ready?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woo-woo)

[Chorus]
Save that money, it’ll save you, yeah
Fu*k that, we gon’ throw it up right here
Fu*ked real quick, fu*ked up her hair
Real good, check my dope, don’t sell
Private flight, ship vibes like mail
Ten damn pounds sitting on that scale

Roll that dice, these n!ggas scared
Ain’t playing nice, ain’t playing fair
Ice coc*ine white, CoCo Chanel
Creep inside that pu*sy, yeah
I count up good like I whip it, yeah
Top Floor Boss, I’m not the mayor
Hermès sitting right on my shelf
She look good in Cartier
Yeah, okay

[Verse]
You don’t gotta like me at all (All)
Either way, I’m getting paid, regardless (My dawg)
Either way, a young n!gga gon’ ball (Ball)
Tell them hoes to wipe me down, yeah
Wax it on and wax it off (Mr. Miyagi)
Just pissed ’em off, I’m a whole damn stall, yeah
You know I’m professional (Professional)
All black, how she paint her nails (Paint her nails)
I ain’t scared to go to Hell (To go to Hell)
You know I’m a down-side player (Down-side player)
Walkin ’round like fu*k the ref (Fu*k the ref)
They playing checkers, I’m playing chess (I’m playing chess)
Blowing off my cigarette (My cigarette)
Stepping on these pussies, yeah, yeah

Say that s*it with your lil’ chest (With your lil’ chest, pu*sy n!gga)
Yeah, say that s*it with your lil’ chest (With your lil’ chest)
You want war? Oh, that’s a bet (Oh, that’s a bet)
Shawty know that I’m the best (Yeah, I’m the best)
Pop out with her, she bad as hell (She bad as hell)
We gon’ pop it heavy, yeah (Heavy, yeah)
Racks in a recession, yeah (Recession, yeah)
Lord knows I passed the test (I pass the test)
Send address, I tote the TEC’, woah
Bought the box somewhere in Texas, woah
I know they ain’t get the message, woah
I need to go see a reverend, yeah
I came in, can’t fold, can’t stress it, woah
Been broke back before, it helped me, yeah
I ain’t tryna be out here helpless, woah
I gotta stay on mine, be selfish (I’m so damn selfish)
Ah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Save that money, it’ll save you, yeah
Fu*k that, we gon’ throw it up right here
Fu*ked real quick, fu*ked up her hair
Real good, check my dope, don’t sell
Private flight, ship vibes like mail
Ten damn pounds sitting on that scale
Roll that dice, these n!ggas scared
Ain’t playing nice, ain’t playing fair
Ice coc*ine white, CoCo Chanel
Creep inside that pu*sy, yeah
I count up good like I whip it, yeah
Top Floor Boss, I’m not the mayor
Hermès sitting right on my shelf
She look good in Cartier
Yeah, okay (Woo, woo)