On “NOSTYLIST,” Destroy Lonely takes to a synth-filled upbeat instrumental to rap about his wealth, love for women, and the lavish lifestyle resulting from his rap career.

The track’s chorus is focused on… Read More [Chorus]

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist

Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit

Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit

She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch

Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

[Post-Chorus]

Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon

Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget

All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it

Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm gettin'

[Verse 1]

Flyin' across the globe, bitch, I'm gettin' 'chos, yeah, I'm on a money mission

All that old shit over, but the old hoes still be tellin' a nigga thеy miss him

Yeah, I fuck on her, but I can't cuff her, I won't makе her Mrs

I don't know that boy, and I can't tell you how he end up missin'

I can't tell you shit

Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist

Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch

I'm fresh as hell, bitch, I'm fly as shit

Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whippin' this

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the shits

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my— (Shh)

[Chorus]

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist

Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit

Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit

She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch

Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

[Verse 2]

Tell that bitch to keep it bool, and I might just let her kick it

Got her wet just like a pool, I'm finna dive right in her kitty

My bitch rockin' this shit too, I buy her that, she buy me this

Told my folks I'm gettin' rich, it ain't no way I'm washin' dishes

All the pretty hoes comin' to my shows, man, this shit get crazy

If I fuck that bitch I gotta wrap it up, don't want no baby

I'm in the SRT, Trackhawk truck, let my thot drive the Mercedes

Yeah, I'm outside, nigga, don't play with this shit, you might just die today

Yeah, don't play, nigga, don't play

Niggas say they insane, but I'm really insane

Yeah, nigga stay in your lane, 'cause mine might drive you crazy

Yeah, I just fucked that bitch, I didn't know that was your bae

Yeah, I just count this cash, it ain't too much to say

Yeah, I just get too fly, like, what more can I say?

Yeah, she doin' tricks on the dick, that ho Cirque du Soleil

Yeah, I'm in Milan, shawty, eatin' squid and my bitch servin' face

[Chorus]

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist

Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit

Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit

She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch

Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

[Post-Chorus]

Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon

Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget

All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it

Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm gettin'