Back to Top

X (feat. 40 Cal) Video (MV)




Performed By: B GANG
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Brandan H
[Correct Info]



B GANG - X (feat. 40 Cal) Lyrics
Official




F*ck
Grah grah
F*ck that grah shit
This ain't that type of beat
Uh, uh
Young niggas stressin', rollin' up the gushers
I been tryna roll with all the punches
He was talkin' crazy, so we had to punch him
Smokin' deads, all these niggas punchin'
This shit off the top, I might have to punch in
Play the back, I was never frontin'
If a nigga frontin' up this shit in public, do it with no mask
Like I had a stuntman, like, like it's two of me
Off the drugs even though they might ruin me
I won't never let you make a fool of me
Thought I was lackin', but I had a tool with me
Niggas bro me like they went to school with me
Had to show em some love from a distance
In an instant, get smoked like an incense
You said they stealing the flow, you ain't even invent
Like, bro, like you hoggin', bro, pass me the G
I'm tryna score on a opp, brody set me a screen
The defendants with me, cause they targetin' me
Had to finish with them, cause they started with me
He ain't coppin', we know that you rented the V
Keep it simple, we f*ckin', oh, you gotta leave
Like a pinball, get popped if you playin' with B
If they say they want smoke, we gon' take them to Canada
If they hatin', they might be a fan of ya
I beat her back for an hour, got stamina
I cannot keep her, I don't got a plan for her
We smokin' dope on the back of the stage
Oh that's him pass the G, brody get out the way
None of my niggas gon' spray and they pray
We just gon' walk up, get hit in your face
Off the X, feelin' like X-Men
Need a shooter , then Brody my best man
Walk down her feet, I'm like, bro, that's your best plan
They gon' buy all the cap like a Mets fan
He was hatin', so we had to stretch fam
Brody righty, he up with the left hand
Bro a starter, but I'm tryna rest him
Send that boy to the church, we gon' bless him
I cannot cuff her, she cant arrest me
She takin' pills, said she feel sexy
I don't do calls baby, you cannot text me
Dropped out of school, nigga, still tryna test me
Bro got a broom, it can get messy
She tryna kick it with me like I'm messi
After I beat it, wassup with your bestie
She into art and shit, she movin' sketchy
Like, damn, damn, like, she into art and shit , she movin' sketchy
Like, damn, like, damn, like, she into art and shit, she movin' sketchy
Like, she movin' sketchy
Like, damn, damn, like, she into art and shit , she movin' sketchy
Like, she movin' sketchy
She into art and shit she movin' sketchy
Like..
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

F*ck
Grah grah
F*ck that grah shit
This ain't that type of beat
Uh, uh
Young niggas stressin', rollin' up the gushers
I been tryna roll with all the punches
He was talkin' crazy, so we had to punch him
Smokin' deads, all these niggas punchin'
This shit off the top, I might have to punch in
Play the back, I was never frontin'
If a nigga frontin' up this shit in public, do it with no mask
Like I had a stuntman, like, like it's two of me
Off the drugs even though they might ruin me
I won't never let you make a fool of me
Thought I was lackin', but I had a tool with me
Niggas bro me like they went to school with me
Had to show em some love from a distance
In an instant, get smoked like an incense
You said they stealing the flow, you ain't even invent
Like, bro, like you hoggin', bro, pass me the G
I'm tryna score on a opp, brody set me a screen
The defendants with me, cause they targetin' me
Had to finish with them, cause they started with me
He ain't coppin', we know that you rented the V
Keep it simple, we f*ckin', oh, you gotta leave
Like a pinball, get popped if you playin' with B
If they say they want smoke, we gon' take them to Canada
If they hatin', they might be a fan of ya
I beat her back for an hour, got stamina
I cannot keep her, I don't got a plan for her
We smokin' dope on the back of the stage
Oh that's him pass the G, brody get out the way
None of my niggas gon' spray and they pray
We just gon' walk up, get hit in your face
Off the X, feelin' like X-Men
Need a shooter , then Brody my best man
Walk down her feet, I'm like, bro, that's your best plan
They gon' buy all the cap like a Mets fan
He was hatin', so we had to stretch fam
Brody righty, he up with the left hand
Bro a starter, but I'm tryna rest him
Send that boy to the church, we gon' bless him
I cannot cuff her, she cant arrest me
She takin' pills, said she feel sexy
I don't do calls baby, you cannot text me
Dropped out of school, nigga, still tryna test me
Bro got a broom, it can get messy
She tryna kick it with me like I'm messi
After I beat it, wassup with your bestie
She into art and shit, she movin' sketchy
Like, damn, damn, like, she into art and shit , she movin' sketchy
Like, damn, like, damn, like, she into art and shit, she movin' sketchy
Like, she movin' sketchy
Like, damn, damn, like, she into art and shit , she movin' sketchy
Like, she movin' sketchy
She into art and shit she movin' sketchy
Like..
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Brandan H
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: B GANG

Tags:
No tags yet