XMG
Nigga we're cheating, we got the codes
Nigga we're cheating this shit, oh yeah
Out of my business, out of my notes
Or you'll be tasting my fist, okay
Animalistic with visuals
Hublot is heavy, my wrist is glued
'Bout all that action we see the news
Fuck on my bitch 'til her legs can't move
Stumbling out of my 'Rarri shit
I do not know how to start the shit
Ducking all the polish and washing it
All of my pockets are solid bitch
Fuck it I got me a Chauffeur, uh
And I just copped her some boots, uh
Still moving rapid, not slower, uh
I'm killing this shit like it's cruel
Easy bro, wanna talk that greasy flow?
Wanna know about evil bro?
Nah, stop that beast mode
I wanna get that jeep for road
Yeah I'm on that eagle scope
I wanna get back even bro
Can't take that gleeful mode, your on your own
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I made it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I made it, oh my God
Yeah I made it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Keep back I'm setting off like a bomby
Down drinks then go off like a zombie
When I come better put in graft not sloppy
Chilling with bear, Gin shots in my body
Can't see shit, can't find my face
Wear my mask then I'm ready for hate
Going ham, I got cheddar to make
We don't care about leach or snakes
Oh boy, we don't care about them
We don't care about them
We don't care about them
We don't care about them
We don't care about them, oh damn
Oh boy, we don't care about them
We don't care about them (oh my God)
We don't care about them
We don't care about them
Bitch don't piss me off or might drag some glass across your neck
War is in my heart and I won't stop until we both are dead
Petty since the start, I still wanna crush your fucking head
Catch you in the dark and drag you by your fucking broken legs
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I made it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I made it, oh my God
Yeah I made it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Yeah I did it, oh my God
Nigga we're cheating, we got the codes
Nigga we're cheating this shit, oh yeah
Out of my business, out of my notes
Or you'll be tasting my fist, okay
Animalistic with visuals
Hublot is heavy, my wrist is glued
'Bout all that action we see the news
Fuck on my bitch 'til her legs can't move
Stumbling out of my 'Rarri shit
I do not know how to start the shit
Ducking all the polish and washing it
All of my pockets are solid bitch
Fuck it I got me a Chauffeur, uh
And I just copped her some boots, uh
Still moving rapid, not slower, uh
I'm killing this shit like it's cruel, uh
Like I said the phone answer? it's still fuck you
Bye bitch
Oh yeah (oh yeah)