Xpill
(Aye Zay das my slimeball das my slatty)
High as fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Whoa), young niggas been on that block (been on that block)
Keep me a stick, trying to catch me an opp
Ice on my neck, get wet like a mop
You know I get straight to the guap (guap)
Ayy, been getting that cash, ain't shit I can't cop
200 my dash when I hop in the drop
Play with my gang, send your low, send your drop
Heard you got them P's, I send my boys straight to your spot (yeah)
Flexing on these niggas, yeah, I do this shit a lot (woah)
New whip, yeah, it's foreign, yeah, it look like robot
Ice my neck (yeah)
That'll bring the hoes out,
Nigga want smoke (Brutto), bring the poles out
Rock out that show, finna show out (slatt)
Know that I'm jugging for sure (sure)
Ice my neck, can't do plain gold (plain gold)
Just like gas, don't get your ass smoked
I'm in the trap, still selling them bowls
In the trap, I got skills (skills)
Cop pints, pour up the seal (pour up the seal)
Still flexing, don't need a deal (don't need a deal)
Still ride in new foreign whip (new foreign whip)
I'm jugging, I'm chasing the mills (chasing the mills)
I'm fucking your bitch in the hills
You know that I'm keeping it real (keeping it real)
My niggas be in the field (be in the field)
I'm running up checks for real (whoa)
I was on the block for real (for real)
Say you want smoke, but you not real
Call up my boys, they'll run in your crib
Play with my gang, gon' get your ass killed
Play with my gang, you know it get real
Flex on these niggas, don't care how you feel
Niggas be mad they can't live how I live (woah)
Slam, dunk,windmill (yeah)
Smoking on 'zaza', fuck an ecstasy pill (ex)
Labels callin' my phone, tryna get me to sell my soul (sell my soul)
'Top Tier' that's my gang, I can't break the fuckin' code
(ahh, ahh) (no, no, no)
I'm finna slime that boy out (slime), Movin' them packs out the house (house)
Get racks, I can vouch (vouch),
The racks, they hang out the pouch (pouch)
You ain't getting no racks, get the fuck off the couch
Slatt, yeah (woah)
Pull up on 23's, block Chevy
Five-star goddamn meals, bitch can't eat no fuckin' deli (no-no)
Walk up in the function, yeah, that gas, yeah, it's smelly (smelly)
Moving them goddamn pounds, yeah, we in the fuckin' telly (whoa, whoa)
Bitch, I'm top tier (top fuckin' shit)
Stop fuckin' playin' with me (fuckin' playin' with me)
Finna, talk my shit (talk my shit)
Slatt, yeah
High as fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Whoa), young niggas been on that block (been on that block)
Keep me a stick, trying to catch me an opp
Ice on my neck, get wet like a mop
You know I get straight to the guap (guap)
Ayy, been getting that cash, ain't shit I can't cop
200 my dash when I hop in the drop
Play with my gang, send your low, send your drop
Heard you got them P's, I send my boys straight to your spot (yeah)
Flexing on these niggas, yeah, I do this shit a lot (woah)
New whip, yeah, it's foreign, yeah, it look like robot
Ice my neck (yeah)
That'll bring the hoes out,
Nigga want smoke (Brutto), bring the poles out
Rock out that show, finna show out (slatt)
Know that I'm jugging for sure (sure)
Ice my neck, can't do plain gold (plain gold)
Just like gas, don't get your ass smoked
I'm in the trap, still selling them bowls
In the trap, I got skills (skills)
Cop pints, pour up the seal (pour up the seal)
Still flexing, don't need a deal (don't need a deal)
Still ride in new foreign whip (new foreign whip)
I'm jugging, I'm chasing the mills (chasing the mills)
I'm fucking your bitch in the hills
You know that I'm keeping it real (keeping it real)
My niggas be in the field (be in the field)
I'm running up checks for real (whoa)
I was on the block for real (for real)
Say you want smoke, but you not real
Call up my boys, they'll run in your crib
Play with my gang, gon' get your ass killed
Play with my gang, you know it get real
Flex on these niggas, don't care how you feel
Niggas be mad they can't live how I live (woah)
Slam, dunk,windmill (yeah)
Smoking on 'zaza', fuck an ecstasy pill (ex)
Labels callin' my phone, tryna get me to sell my soul (sell my soul)
'Top Tier' that's my gang, I can't break the fuckin' code
(ahh, ahh) (no, no, no)
I'm finna slime that boy out (slime), Movin' them packs out the house (house)
Get racks, I can vouch (vouch),
The racks, they hang out the pouch (pouch)
You ain't getting no racks, get the fuck off the couch
Slatt, yeah (woah)
Pull up on 23's, block Chevy
Five-star goddamn meals, bitch can't eat no fuckin' deli (no-no)
Walk up in the function, yeah, that gas, yeah, it's smelly (smelly)
Moving them goddamn pounds, yeah, we in the fuckin' telly (whoa, whoa)
Bitch, I'm top tier (top fuckin' shit)
Stop fuckin' playin' with me (fuckin' playin' with me)
Finna, talk my shit (talk my shit)
Slatt, yeah
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