Killa

[Intro: Chris Yonge & Bells]
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Woooo

[Chorus: Chris Yonge & Bells]
Slowly, twelve shots in that motherfucker
Bitch I'm 'bout to go in, go in
So gone, you a bad thing, yeah
This is your song, your song
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
Yeah she's just a
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
She's just a
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
Yeah, yeah, she's just a
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa

[Verse 1: Chris Yonge]
Yeah, spendin' night time at the club
Tryin' to find yourself a rich guy
You know you deserve to have it all
When your followers are this high
You had about five thousand likes
Sixty comments on your last post
They way back, you was always gettin' mad pokes
I know, I know
You hopin' they see you on spotlight
Like what party you could've not liked
All of your pages have got hype
I know, I know
So you been telling mans they don't get a chance
There ain't no way they gon' get a dance
'Cause you've been moving on to bigger plans

[Chorus: Chris Yonge & Bells]
Slowly, twelve shots in that motherfucker
Bitch I'm 'bout to go in, go in
So gone, you a bad thing, yeah
This is your song, your song
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
Yeah she's just a
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
She's just a
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
Yeah, yeah, she's just a
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa

[Verse 2: Chris Yonge]
Uhh
Acting like you've been so famous and rich like you some shit
(Woo)
Like you and your Becky's run shit like you really have done shit
I don't even wanna know the things that you would do for a label
So like Chef D, less C, what you putting on the table
I know, I know
That ain't your boof, that ain't your bottle
Don't even play yourself, you know what I know
That having that ass doesn't make you a model
(Woo)
I know, I know
You the type of girl that I call blind
You don't even see the real you
You only see yourself online

[Chorus: Chris Yonge & Bells]
Slowly, twelve shots in that motherfucker
Bitch I'm 'bout to go in, go in
So gone, you a bad thing, yeah
This is your song, your song
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
(Killa)
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, killa
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely