Xoxo
Touch down do yo dance at the end zone
No fucks
Bitch I'm blowing blunts in a rental
See my eyes low
People think that I'm drowsy
Never lazy for that money
Flib a bag then I'm outy
Damn right
Take off
New city
Goodnight
Wake up
New fit
Off white
To cold
For a bitch
That right
I shine
I stunt
And I prosper
On a stupid slut
Fake friends
Fuck around and get buck
A million of people
Tryna get up on my nuts
In a ocean full of pearls
Tryna make it out the muck
Like oh my god
His music whack
His attitude whack
His t shirt whack
Like oh my god
Bitch must've smoked crack
Cuz imma pop a bean then own this land
Like X and O
Peace out
Gotta let you go
I'll stack up
All my doe
Tryna find my antidote
Likelike
X and O
Peace out
Gotta let you go
I'll stack up
All my doe
Tryna find my antidote
I've been fine
On my own
So don't you come on back
Know that I could care less
Because I am that Mack
Touch down do yo dance at the end zone
No fucks
Bitch I'm blowing blunts in a rental
See my Eyes low
People think that I'm drowsy
Never lazy for that money
Flib a bag then I'm outy
Damn right
Take off
New city
Goodnight
Wake up
New fit
Off white
To cold
For a bitch
That right
I shine
I stunt
And I prosper
On a stupid slut
Fake friends
Fuck around and get buck
A million of people
Tryna get up on my nuts
In a ocean full of pearls
Tryna make it out the muck
I got the wind in my hair
In a droptop coupe
Yo bitch had an affair
And I wonder with who
Mr. mystery man
Finna take off to the bar
Gotta white Russian bunny n she be callin me Zar
No fucks
Bitch I'm blowing blunts in a rental
See my eyes low
People think that I'm drowsy
Never lazy for that money
Flib a bag then I'm outy
Damn right
Take off
New city
Goodnight
Wake up
New fit
Off white
To cold
For a bitch
That right
I shine
I stunt
And I prosper
On a stupid slut
Fake friends
Fuck around and get buck
A million of people
Tryna get up on my nuts
In a ocean full of pearls
Tryna make it out the muck
Like oh my god
His music whack
His attitude whack
His t shirt whack
Like oh my god
Bitch must've smoked crack
Cuz imma pop a bean then own this land
Like X and O
Peace out
Gotta let you go
I'll stack up
All my doe
Tryna find my antidote
Likelike
X and O
Peace out
Gotta let you go
I'll stack up
All my doe
Tryna find my antidote
I've been fine
On my own
So don't you come on back
Know that I could care less
Because I am that Mack
Touch down do yo dance at the end zone
No fucks
Bitch I'm blowing blunts in a rental
See my Eyes low
People think that I'm drowsy
Never lazy for that money
Flib a bag then I'm outy
Damn right
Take off
New city
Goodnight
Wake up
New fit
Off white
To cold
For a bitch
That right
I shine
I stunt
And I prosper
On a stupid slut
Fake friends
Fuck around and get buck
A million of people
Tryna get up on my nuts
In a ocean full of pearls
Tryna make it out the muck
I got the wind in my hair
In a droptop coupe
Yo bitch had an affair
And I wonder with who
Mr. mystery man
Finna take off to the bar
Gotta white Russian bunny n she be callin me Zar
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Thorson
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