X-RAY (feat. T Hundred)
Damn, skurt
Skurt skurt
Yeah damn
Aye damn, its Tom aye' damn
Wait uh, and I'm still posted on the 9 lil' bitch aye damn
Pullup, I got time aye uh damn yeah damn
I see through these niggas (Uh wait) x-ray uh
You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays
You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid
Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed
Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays
Now you in a daze, every dog got his day
They like do he got it on him, uh always
And I up my cash so I got my own raise
Damn uh
And I up my cash up
Ran up all these bands, now I got my bag up (Uh wait)
Back up, boy you betta back up
You don't want me spazz in this bitch and act up
You don't want my niggas pull up in a black truck
Run up in ya crib and bitch we all masked up
Strapped up, get down on the floor and bet nobody act tuff
Or you gon' get smoked and now yo' ass ashed up (Damn damn)
What are you really gon' do? (Damn)
Whatchu gon' ride wit' ya' crew? (Damn)
Den' you gon' die wit' em' too (Damn)
Get put in the sky wit' em' too (Aye) now you get fly wit' em' too (Damn)
Get turned into pack uh wait, we gotta' get high off em' too
I see through these niggas (Uh wait), x-ray uh
You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays
You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid
Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed
Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays
Now you in a daze, every dog got his day
They like do he got it on him, uh always
And I up my cash so I got my own raise (Damn)
Honestly, I'm not wit' the extra, all that bullshit
Bro be spinin' out crashin', now he on some fuck shit
Yea' we took it there, I walk down I'm tryna' spark shit
We send yo' ass below, stop yo' stupid ass from talking shit
X-ray, why they did that?
Got up outta' line, and you know that you ain't on that
All my enemies, yeah you know I'm tryna kill that
And you know I stay wit' that, and they know I ain't goin' for that
X-ray ya' noggin, I don't know what the fuck wrong wit' that
Might just send my niggas out, know they on that
Better use ya thinking cap, for' you lose that
Got up in my bag, I need a lot of that
Try to send a blitz, know I gotta' stop that
I see through these niggas (Uh wait) x-ray uh
You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays
You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid
Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed
Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays
Now you in a daze, every dog got his day
They like do he got it on him, uh always
And I up my cash so I got my own raise (Damn)
Skurt skurt
Yeah damn
Aye damn, its Tom aye' damn
Wait uh, and I'm still posted on the 9 lil' bitch aye damn
Pullup, I got time aye uh damn yeah damn
I see through these niggas (Uh wait) x-ray uh
You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays
You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid
Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed
Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays
Now you in a daze, every dog got his day
They like do he got it on him, uh always
And I up my cash so I got my own raise
Damn uh
And I up my cash up
Ran up all these bands, now I got my bag up (Uh wait)
Back up, boy you betta back up
You don't want me spazz in this bitch and act up
You don't want my niggas pull up in a black truck
Run up in ya crib and bitch we all masked up
Strapped up, get down on the floor and bet nobody act tuff
Or you gon' get smoked and now yo' ass ashed up (Damn damn)
What are you really gon' do? (Damn)
Whatchu gon' ride wit' ya' crew? (Damn)
Den' you gon' die wit' em' too (Damn)
Get put in the sky wit' em' too (Aye) now you get fly wit' em' too (Damn)
Get turned into pack uh wait, we gotta' get high off em' too
I see through these niggas (Uh wait), x-ray uh
You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays
You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid
Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed
Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays
Now you in a daze, every dog got his day
They like do he got it on him, uh always
And I up my cash so I got my own raise (Damn)
Honestly, I'm not wit' the extra, all that bullshit
Bro be spinin' out crashin', now he on some fuck shit
Yea' we took it there, I walk down I'm tryna' spark shit
We send yo' ass below, stop yo' stupid ass from talking shit
X-ray, why they did that?
Got up outta' line, and you know that you ain't on that
All my enemies, yeah you know I'm tryna kill that
And you know I stay wit' that, and they know I ain't goin' for that
X-ray ya' noggin, I don't know what the fuck wrong wit' that
Might just send my niggas out, know they on that
Better use ya thinking cap, for' you lose that
Got up in my bag, I need a lot of that
Try to send a blitz, know I gotta' stop that
I see through these niggas (Uh wait) x-ray uh
You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays
You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid
Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed
Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays
Now you in a daze, every dog got his day
They like do he got it on him, uh always
And I up my cash so I got my own raise (Damn)
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Writer(s): Tommy Gunz
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