Lil X

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ya yeah
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Say hello to my lil' friend
I just might pop out on opps
In Double R stick you can't see through the tint
I just might pop out on top, pop off that top and I pay for her rent
I just might pop at a cop
Balenci too big I can't hop over fence
Please make it make sense
.45 Colt ain't talking no trench
You gotta learn to take risk
A snake ain't learn how to hiss
I dropped my nuts I been knew how to piss
A pot I work out da wrist
I beat the pot work on my wrist
Yeah
(Phew phew phew phew phew phew)
The bullet don't miss
Yeah
Phew phew phew phew
Bullet don't miss
I do my lil dance when I hit
Rick Owens my kick and I flip
They know the game over Lil' Flip
Pull up Black and lil Hec
I got some Raf on neck
I just took me a lil X
I place in her booty a X, you know what is next she wanna have sex
This is not checkers its chess
Say it with your chest or you will be Hexed
I come with a double breast
If I get arrested I will not confess
I teach a bih how to dress
Now she get a check for looking impressive

Yeah, know what I'm sayin
Tell her to put that shit on now she
Putting that shit on
(Runway) I need 10% tho baby
(Vogue)

Say hello to my lil' friend
I just might pop out on opps
In Double R stick you can't see through the tint
I just might pop out on top, pop off that top and I pay for her rent
I just might pop at a cop
Balenci too big I can't hop over fence
Please make it make sense
.45 Colt ain't talking no trench
You gotta learn to take risk
A snake ain't learn how to hiss
I dropped my nuts I been knew how to piss
A pot I work out da wrist
I beat the pot work on my wrist
(Phew phew phew phew phew phew)
The bullet don't miss
Yeah
(Phew phew phew phew phew phew)
Bullet don't miss



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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Troy Vashon Donte Lane
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