XO
(What?)
(What?)
She get me right (Aye)
She get me right, yeah (Aye)
She get me right
She get me right, yeah (Oou, Oou)
She get me right
She get me right, yeah (Oou, Yeah)
She get me right
Uh, uh (Gang)
Posted with my brothas
We just right here by the corner store, yeah
Got some dope on me
I got my toolie, on my shit, yeah
(Oou)
The smell on me stank
Smokin' on dank
It smell in the bank, yeah
Caught me off guard, she asked for the, oou
She asked for my name, yeah
Told her I'm JT
I do not go by the government name, yeah
Surprised as hell, she look at my neck
She peepin' the chains, yeah
I pull out the cash, she lovin' the bag
I hopped in the range, yeah
Semi auto (What?)
That automatic
Talkin' stupid to me
I can't have it
Will not have it
Let 'em have it
Bought a trench coat
Inspector gadget (Gang)
I'm fine like China plate
Bitch ate up like a steak
I'm cold like a cold play
She takin' the dick, aye
She fuck for the clout, aye
Still don't got clout, aye
The only clout you got is you just sucking the dick, aye
Stripes on my bih like a tiger
Hole in 1, hit like I'm Tiger
Can get a taste but I'm not Tyga
Overrated bitch her name is Maya
You a clown, hold up the flyer
Let's hit the dash at a diner
Striking for gold like a miner
Go up the price I'ma buyer
My money coming in clean
Hookin' his bitch like Kareem
She leakin' the whole scene
Shawty got down on her knees
Shawty she put up a fight
All of my diamonds on ice
Dat bitch she ride like a bike
Pairin' her up Mike and Ike (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Pairing her up Mike and Ike (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Pairing her up Mike and Ike
Dat bitch she gon' see the light
Can't look at my chains, they so bright
I'm drinkin' heavy, not light
Shawty gon' have a goodnight
These niggas is mad, I know they mad
They peepin' the bag tho
I'm flashin' these hunnids, she flashin' her ass
That shit was so fat bro
I had to hit it, for the one time
The pussy so wet yo
She got that water, my new favorite water
Free like a free throw
You gotta make it to get it, let's get it
Stirrin' the pot, whippin' brick in da kitchen
Niggas be funny
They snitchin' and bitchin'
Cry to they niggas, can't get how I get it
Ball like an all star, 1st year like Blake Griffin
Jump off da roof in da mosh pit, I'm swimmin'
We winnin', we winnin', we winnin', we winnin'
Just look at our pockets, no need for explainin'
Not with the handouts, pay me for a show
Stop with the dissin', metal to your dome
I'm making money but I want some more
Life how I live, it came wit' a chrome
Weight in my pockets, pockets got swole
Ecstasy oxy, the real XO
Who do you really know fuckin' with bro
If Durk The Voice then I'm The Flow
What? What?
There's a perfect time and place, yeah, for everything
Gotta give it time, yeah, I know you frustrate
Only one place to go, yeah, the heaven gates
Wanna be myself, I don't gotta a bae
I'ma drop this shit, yeah and vacay
I done did my part, came a long way
Some reason I feel like this was my prophecy
We finna eat, yeah
(What?)
She get me right (Aye)
She get me right, yeah (Aye)
She get me right
She get me right, yeah (Oou, Oou)
She get me right
She get me right, yeah (Oou, Yeah)
She get me right
Uh, uh (Gang)
Posted with my brothas
We just right here by the corner store, yeah
Got some dope on me
I got my toolie, on my shit, yeah
(Oou)
The smell on me stank
Smokin' on dank
It smell in the bank, yeah
Caught me off guard, she asked for the, oou
She asked for my name, yeah
Told her I'm JT
I do not go by the government name, yeah
Surprised as hell, she look at my neck
She peepin' the chains, yeah
I pull out the cash, she lovin' the bag
I hopped in the range, yeah
Semi auto (What?)
That automatic
Talkin' stupid to me
I can't have it
Will not have it
Let 'em have it
Bought a trench coat
Inspector gadget (Gang)
I'm fine like China plate
Bitch ate up like a steak
I'm cold like a cold play
She takin' the dick, aye
She fuck for the clout, aye
Still don't got clout, aye
The only clout you got is you just sucking the dick, aye
Stripes on my bih like a tiger
Hole in 1, hit like I'm Tiger
Can get a taste but I'm not Tyga
Overrated bitch her name is Maya
You a clown, hold up the flyer
Let's hit the dash at a diner
Striking for gold like a miner
Go up the price I'ma buyer
My money coming in clean
Hookin' his bitch like Kareem
She leakin' the whole scene
Shawty got down on her knees
Shawty she put up a fight
All of my diamonds on ice
Dat bitch she ride like a bike
Pairin' her up Mike and Ike (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Pairing her up Mike and Ike (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Pairing her up Mike and Ike
Dat bitch she gon' see the light
Can't look at my chains, they so bright
I'm drinkin' heavy, not light
Shawty gon' have a goodnight
These niggas is mad, I know they mad
They peepin' the bag tho
I'm flashin' these hunnids, she flashin' her ass
That shit was so fat bro
I had to hit it, for the one time
The pussy so wet yo
She got that water, my new favorite water
Free like a free throw
You gotta make it to get it, let's get it
Stirrin' the pot, whippin' brick in da kitchen
Niggas be funny
They snitchin' and bitchin'
Cry to they niggas, can't get how I get it
Ball like an all star, 1st year like Blake Griffin
Jump off da roof in da mosh pit, I'm swimmin'
We winnin', we winnin', we winnin', we winnin'
Just look at our pockets, no need for explainin'
Not with the handouts, pay me for a show
Stop with the dissin', metal to your dome
I'm making money but I want some more
Life how I live, it came wit' a chrome
Weight in my pockets, pockets got swole
Ecstasy oxy, the real XO
Who do you really know fuckin' with bro
If Durk The Voice then I'm The Flow
What? What?
There's a perfect time and place, yeah, for everything
Gotta give it time, yeah, I know you frustrate
Only one place to go, yeah, the heaven gates
Wanna be myself, I don't gotta a bae
I'ma drop this shit, yeah and vacay
I done did my part, came a long way
Some reason I feel like this was my prophecy
We finna eat, yeah
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Writer(s): Jeffery Thomas Iii
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