XYZ
I go to the moon
Then off to Japan
Pass me the shrooms
I don't need no xans
Higher than mars
Don't think I can land
Come fuck with my gang
Come fuck with my clan
I feel like the man
She's on her knees like don't tell my man
I do what I want don't do what I can
Need me some fabric might go to Milan
I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
Put so much ice in my cup I that I think that's it's freezing my hand
Told her don't fuck with them neeks
Please don't fuck with them man
2am I'm still on the streets don't think that it's ever okay
But I gotta paid
I'm one the greats
Never in my life see me chase after gyal
Simp for a bitch
Rather go hell
Got my hair done and she said she can tell
This year Vivienne
Next year YSL
Smoking biscotti
Can tell by the smell
My ting is a baddie might pay for her nails
Dem man are just petty they hate that I shell
Serving the ketty I'll get out the scales
Serving the ketty
I'm lit off the henny
My ting is tekky
My pack is too smelly
Bad little ting and she said that she ready
I keep this shit steady I keep my shit fendi
Kick it like messi
Dick in her mouth
Then dick in her belly
Smoking that gass and I got all the lekky
Still sittin' here but man is not fekky
Nigga don't test me
She giving the ucky
Doin' it dutty
My ting lovely
Your ting ugly
They know me as Prince but i'm wearing that tommy
I was feeling on her now i'm feeling her bestie
And I don't touch a girl unless she gon' let me
I had to leave them man back and now they resent me
I thought you was real
But nigga just failed me
I'm cracking a seal
But I'm not a junkie
They doing the most
They sitting and chatting and patting and wassing they doing it all
I'm sat here piping a wagon a stallion she backing it up
(She thick)
These niggas be gassing their fashion can't happen I'm clocking it all
You're wearing essential but you're not essential
Shut the fuck up
Drink in my cup
Ski in the cut
Yano what's up
You was on internet acting so tough
Carry on cheek if you wanna get touched
Claiming your G
I'm calling your bluff
Claiming you P
Please shut the fuck up
Council estate where a nigga grew up
From Fitton Hill
Yano it's so rough
Can't fuck with these niggas these niggas be suss
Smoking weed
Don't take no snus
Blowing on trees
Got lil cough
She in the friend zone I don't wanna cuff
Mum smelt that loud she said what is that stuff
Had to deny
Had to rebuff
My bitch is so bad
My bitch is so buff
Bitch is so washed
Your Bitch is a slut
My guy on the wing
Feeling like duff
Spinning these man
Spin em like croyff
Had to go hard
Gave me no choice
They owe me my debts
I'll send my invoice
Feel like LaMelo I triple my points
Your designer is fugazi like what is the point
Lit like durk when I'm smoking a joint
They turning their seats
I am the voice
Rolling like Marley
Smooth like a Royce
You smoking that reggie
Had to avoid
Looked him dead in the eye
He looked and avoid
He cannot dodge me
That nigga ain't floyd
I give her that sugar
I'm feeling Roy
I need a hellcat
I need a new toy
They're tryna finess
I see all the ploys
My bro got a stick
Like Mcllory
Then off to Japan
Pass me the shrooms
I don't need no xans
Higher than mars
Don't think I can land
Come fuck with my gang
Come fuck with my clan
I feel like the man
She's on her knees like don't tell my man
I do what I want don't do what I can
Need me some fabric might go to Milan
I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
Put so much ice in my cup I that I think that's it's freezing my hand
Told her don't fuck with them neeks
Please don't fuck with them man
2am I'm still on the streets don't think that it's ever okay
But I gotta paid
I'm one the greats
Never in my life see me chase after gyal
Simp for a bitch
Rather go hell
Got my hair done and she said she can tell
This year Vivienne
Next year YSL
Smoking biscotti
Can tell by the smell
My ting is a baddie might pay for her nails
Dem man are just petty they hate that I shell
Serving the ketty I'll get out the scales
Serving the ketty
I'm lit off the henny
My ting is tekky
My pack is too smelly
Bad little ting and she said that she ready
I keep this shit steady I keep my shit fendi
Kick it like messi
Dick in her mouth
Then dick in her belly
Smoking that gass and I got all the lekky
Still sittin' here but man is not fekky
Nigga don't test me
She giving the ucky
Doin' it dutty
My ting lovely
Your ting ugly
They know me as Prince but i'm wearing that tommy
I was feeling on her now i'm feeling her bestie
And I don't touch a girl unless she gon' let me
I had to leave them man back and now they resent me
I thought you was real
But nigga just failed me
I'm cracking a seal
But I'm not a junkie
They doing the most
They sitting and chatting and patting and wassing they doing it all
I'm sat here piping a wagon a stallion she backing it up
(She thick)
These niggas be gassing their fashion can't happen I'm clocking it all
You're wearing essential but you're not essential
Shut the fuck up
Drink in my cup
Ski in the cut
Yano what's up
You was on internet acting so tough
Carry on cheek if you wanna get touched
Claiming your G
I'm calling your bluff
Claiming you P
Please shut the fuck up
Council estate where a nigga grew up
From Fitton Hill
Yano it's so rough
Can't fuck with these niggas these niggas be suss
Smoking weed
Don't take no snus
Blowing on trees
Got lil cough
She in the friend zone I don't wanna cuff
Mum smelt that loud she said what is that stuff
Had to deny
Had to rebuff
My bitch is so bad
My bitch is so buff
Bitch is so washed
Your Bitch is a slut
My guy on the wing
Feeling like duff
Spinning these man
Spin em like croyff
Had to go hard
Gave me no choice
They owe me my debts
I'll send my invoice
Feel like LaMelo I triple my points
Your designer is fugazi like what is the point
Lit like durk when I'm smoking a joint
They turning their seats
I am the voice
Rolling like Marley
Smooth like a Royce
You smoking that reggie
Had to avoid
Looked him dead in the eye
He looked and avoid
He cannot dodge me
That nigga ain't floyd
I give her that sugar
I'm feeling Roy
I need a hellcat
I need a new toy
They're tryna finess
I see all the ploys
My bro got a stick
Like Mcllory
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