X-Factor
Greg you've been spazzing
Aye
Aye
Greg this shit's so motherfuckin' hard
I hope I don't fuck it up
It's tez by the way
Aye I'm shootin' my shot I'm comin' like steph
This water on me, got me holdin' my breath
I'm smokin' on strong, I'm getting in reps
This 19 on me, never needed no help
I'm takin' these shots I barely can talk
This tool on my hip it's affecting my walk
I'm smacking' her ass, she know that it's soft
I'm drowning in money I might just get lost
Brand new car paid cash for it
She giving me head ain't gotta ask for it
If you want some money gotta mask up
In public myself by myself don't need no backup
This gas got me hazy I might just go crazy
I hit from the back now she callin' me baby
If That's y'all ole lady then why she insist
She calling my name like you do not exist
Flying private jets hiding from the haters lookin' for me
If you lookin' for your bitch she in the kitchen cooking for me
So many deposits my account gotta catch up to me
If I'm out in public then you know I got that tucked with me
Cops pulled up gotta run out the back
Told her hide the weed so she put it in the crack
Had to hit the plug cause I need another sack
Back to her crib gotta lay low after that
Back in this bitch like I never lived
Nah, nah, nah
Turn it off turn it off
turn this shit off, man
Aye
Aye
Greg this shit's so motherfuckin' hard
I hope I don't fuck it up
It's tez by the way
Aye I'm shootin' my shot I'm comin' like steph
This water on me, got me holdin' my breath
I'm smokin' on strong, I'm getting in reps
This 19 on me, never needed no help
I'm takin' these shots I barely can talk
This tool on my hip it's affecting my walk
I'm smacking' her ass, she know that it's soft
I'm drowning in money I might just get lost
Brand new car paid cash for it
She giving me head ain't gotta ask for it
If you want some money gotta mask up
In public myself by myself don't need no backup
This gas got me hazy I might just go crazy
I hit from the back now she callin' me baby
If That's y'all ole lady then why she insist
She calling my name like you do not exist
Flying private jets hiding from the haters lookin' for me
If you lookin' for your bitch she in the kitchen cooking for me
So many deposits my account gotta catch up to me
If I'm out in public then you know I got that tucked with me
Cops pulled up gotta run out the back
Told her hide the weed so she put it in the crack
Had to hit the plug cause I need another sack
Back to her crib gotta lay low after that
Back in this bitch like I never lived
Nah, nah, nah
Turn it off turn it off
turn this shit off, man
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Writer(s): Deuntrey Shelton
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