Devil in my ear saying go back to that trap
My partna hit me up sayin pull up with a mask
Real Crip nigga got put on, just like a hat
Been through the struggle, ain't no plans of goin back
Nigga cross me, cross him out, just like a X
F*ck and leave the hoe and then I move on to the next
Niggas really bitches like Young Thug with the dress
Lights went out so I called up my connect
All these niggas pussy, they gone fold until they press
Before I trust a nigga, put that nigga to the test
Call my Memphis savage and he'll pull up with the tec'
And I'm a street nigga, I ain't got time for rest
I'm just tryna get that mu'f*ckin chedda (Ooh)
Lied to the judge, said a nigga gon' do betta (Ah)
In and out the rain, I ain't ever had a sweata (Wha)
How is he your homie, you ain't ever wrote em' lettas?
Haters pillow talkin, tryna knock me off my game (Dang)
Bust a nigga head if he reachin for my chain (Shkit)
Whole lotta money, heard Lil Benji is a stain (Woo)
F*ck a red dot, I ain't got no time to aim (Woo)
The system, they got my finger print
Dirty money talkin, man it might need peppermint
Got these bitches jumpin, yeah i used to jump the fence
Free my niggas out the cell, that's just what it is
That's just how it is, tryna get it how you live, yea (Woo)
All my niggas hungry, they'll kill you for a meal (Dang)
Tryna see a mil', fore I can stack it to the ceil' (Sket)
I pop a nigga head, all my niggas poppin' pills
Nigga cross me, cross him out, just like a X
F*ck and leave the hoe and then I move on to the next
Niggas really bitches like Young Thug with the dress
Lights went out so I called up my connect
All these niggas pussy, they gone fold until they press
Before I trust a nigga, put that nigga to the test
Call my Memphis savage and he'll pull up with the tec'
And I'm a street nigga, I ain't got time for rest
Lil Xad - X (feat. Iceyy & Oneshortboy) Lyrics
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Devil in my ear saying go back to that trap
My partna hit me up sayin pull up with a mask
Real Crip nigga got put on, just like a hat
Been through the struggle, ain't no plans of goin back
Nigga cross me, cross him out, just like a X
F*ck and leave the hoe and then I move on to the next
Niggas really bitches like Young Thug with the dress
Lights went out so I called up my connect
All these niggas pussy, they gone fold until they press
Before I trust a nigga, put that nigga to the test
Call my Memphis savage and he'll pull up with the tec'
And I'm a street nigga, I ain't got time for rest
I'm just tryna get that mu'f*ckin chedda (Ooh)
Lied to the judge, said a nigga gon' do betta (Ah)
In and out the rain, I ain't ever had a sweata (Wha)
How is he your homie, you ain't ever wrote em' lettas?
Haters pillow talkin, tryna knock me off my game (Dang)
Bust a nigga head if he reachin for my chain (Shkit)
Whole lotta money, heard Lil Benji is a stain (Woo)
F*ck a red dot, I ain't got no time to aim (Woo)
The system, they got my finger print
Dirty money talkin, man it might need peppermint
Got these bitches jumpin, yeah i used to jump the fence
Free my niggas out the cell, that's just what it is
That's just how it is, tryna get it how you live, yea (Woo)
All my niggas hungry, they'll kill you for a meal (Dang)
Tryna see a mil', fore I can stack it to the ceil' (Sket)
I pop a nigga head, all my niggas poppin' pills
Nigga cross me, cross him out, just like a X
F*ck and leave the hoe and then I move on to the next
Niggas really bitches like Young Thug with the dress
Lights went out so I called up my connect
All these niggas pussy, they gone fold until they press
Before I trust a nigga, put that nigga to the test
Call my Memphis savage and he'll pull up with the tec'
And I'm a street nigga, I ain't got time for rest
My partna hit me up sayin pull up with a mask
Real Crip nigga got put on, just like a hat
Been through the struggle, ain't no plans of goin back
Nigga cross me, cross him out, just like a X
F*ck and leave the hoe and then I move on to the next
Niggas really bitches like Young Thug with the dress
Lights went out so I called up my connect
All these niggas pussy, they gone fold until they press
Before I trust a nigga, put that nigga to the test
Call my Memphis savage and he'll pull up with the tec'
And I'm a street nigga, I ain't got time for rest
I'm just tryna get that mu'f*ckin chedda (Ooh)
Lied to the judge, said a nigga gon' do betta (Ah)
In and out the rain, I ain't ever had a sweata (Wha)
How is he your homie, you ain't ever wrote em' lettas?
Haters pillow talkin, tryna knock me off my game (Dang)
Bust a nigga head if he reachin for my chain (Shkit)
Whole lotta money, heard Lil Benji is a stain (Woo)
F*ck a red dot, I ain't got no time to aim (Woo)
The system, they got my finger print
Dirty money talkin, man it might need peppermint
Got these bitches jumpin, yeah i used to jump the fence
Free my niggas out the cell, that's just what it is
That's just how it is, tryna get it how you live, yea (Woo)
All my niggas hungry, they'll kill you for a meal (Dang)
Tryna see a mil', fore I can stack it to the ceil' (Sket)
I pop a nigga head, all my niggas poppin' pills
Nigga cross me, cross him out, just like a X
F*ck and leave the hoe and then I move on to the next
Niggas really bitches like Young Thug with the dress
Lights went out so I called up my connect
All these niggas pussy, they gone fold until they press
Before I trust a nigga, put that nigga to the test
Call my Memphis savage and he'll pull up with the tec'
And I'm a street nigga, I ain't got time for rest
Writer: Armaan Gilani, Jordan Grim, Logan Dayton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid