Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All these niggas always got shit to say
Nigga, you this, nigga, you that Alright, whatever, bitch
Nah I ain't no Crip and I ain't no blood
But I know some blues make you spill all your blood
And I know some reds make you cry out for your cuz
I ain't talkin' no shit, I'm just doin' what I does
Yeah, I got a lil' bounce in my walk, nigga Lil' twang in my talk, nigga
Yeah, I'm a Texas nigga, shoulda known it from the start
Feelin' like I'm Famous Dex, the way this drip come from my walk
If they really want the smoke, we get them lined up with some chalk
Cooked pasta, way I'm sauced up Sippin' out this double cup
I ooh-wee like Sauce Walker, EG4L, gettin' tossed up
Know a young nigga done bossed up Young A.I., get him crossed up
Know young niggas who do walk-ups
Dumb niggas shouldn't have crossed us
Catch him in his whip, hit his tire, make him curve out like a boomerang
Had a light pole, now the nigga gone, got a new pack, smokin' with the gang
Slidin' round down 7th Street, then we roll out like Luda mane
Stomp through any town with my black flag and some flame kicks, no Liu Kang
Yeah, the young boy been golden, feel like young kid been chosen
Boy, I'm floatin' on these beats, feel like I'm walkin' on the ocean
Move, Slow-mo off these potions, back in high school, they ain't know him now
SXNSXI he in focus, yeah, this young nigga got some motion, uh
Pop a Perc or a Tramadol, then wash it down with some alcohol
No, I really don't give a damn at all, and if I die, then that's my fault
I stare at my strap like it's a beautiful ratchet
You paid for a ratchet to go get an ass lift
I turned so cold cause they said I was passive, I sucked on her tits
Her chest was so massive, f*cked her till she passed out
And stuffed in the mattress, pipe game, have her never forgetin my address, tough stuff from an addict, how I developed a habit
Used to be a gentleman, now it's the hell with these damn tricks
What Type of devilish magic, been enveloped in madness
Don't test my clique, you can't catch up with passes
Wishes get ripped to shreds when I let the whole mag rip
XXX, what it said on the tablets
You could never have fell into hell where my head it
It's what I said, I'm deadly, trust sense, they get blasted
Ride for the E to the D to the G to the Y
Die for the team if you tweakin' i slide
Vibin', I squeeze till you sleep in the sky
Why would you think I don't keep me a pipe
Try me and see how I creep for my guy
Hidin' the heat that I keep on my side
Tryin' to keep me a piece of the pie
It's 4 f*ckin' life, you goddamn whore
What up SXNSXI
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All these niggas always got shit to say
Nigga, you this, nigga, you that Alright, whatever, bitch
Nah I ain't no Crip and I ain't no blood
But I know some blues make you spill all your blood
And I know some reds make you cry out for your cuz
I ain't talkin' no shit, I'm just doin' what I does
Yeah, I got a lil' bounce in my walk, nigga Lil' twang in my talk, nigga
Yeah, I'm a Texas nigga, shoulda known it from the start
Feelin' like I'm Famous Dex, the way this drip come from my walk
If they really want the smoke, we get them lined up with some chalk
Cooked pasta, way I'm sauced up Sippin' out this double cup
I ooh-wee like Sauce Walker, EG4L, gettin' tossed up
Know a young nigga done bossed up Young A.I., get him crossed up
Know young niggas who do walk-ups
Dumb niggas shouldn't have crossed us
Catch him in his whip, hit his tire, make him curve out like a boomerang
Had a light pole, now the nigga gone, got a new pack, smokin' with the gang
Slidin' round down 7th Street, then we roll out like Luda mane
Stomp through any town with my black flag and some flame kicks, no Liu Kang
Yeah, the young boy been golden, feel like young kid been chosen
Boy, I'm floatin' on these beats, feel like I'm walkin' on the ocean
Move, Slow-mo off these potions, back in high school, they ain't know him now
SXNSXI he in focus, yeah, this young nigga got some motion, uh
Pop a Perc or a Tramadol, then wash it down with some alcohol
No, I really don't give a damn at all, and if I die, then that's my fault
I stare at my strap like it's a beautiful ratchet
You paid for a ratchet to go get an ass lift
I turned so cold cause they said I was passive, I sucked on her tits
Her chest was so massive, f*cked her till she passed out
And stuffed in the mattress, pipe game, have her never forgetin my address, tough stuff from an addict, how I developed a habit
Used to be a gentleman, now it's the hell with these damn tricks
What Type of devilish magic, been enveloped in madness
Don't test my clique, you can't catch up with passes
Wishes get ripped to shreds when I let the whole mag rip
XXX, what it said on the tablets
You could never have fell into hell where my head it
It's what I said, I'm deadly, trust sense, they get blasted
Ride for the E to the D to the G to the Y
Die for the team if you tweakin' i slide
Vibin', I squeeze till you sleep in the sky
Why would you think I don't keep me a pipe
Try me and see how I creep for my guy
Hidin' the heat that I keep on my side
Tryin' to keep me a piece of the pie
It's 4 f*ckin' life, you goddamn whore
What up SXNSXI
Nigga, you this, nigga, you that Alright, whatever, bitch
Nah I ain't no Crip and I ain't no blood
But I know some blues make you spill all your blood
And I know some reds make you cry out for your cuz
I ain't talkin' no shit, I'm just doin' what I does
Yeah, I got a lil' bounce in my walk, nigga Lil' twang in my talk, nigga
Yeah, I'm a Texas nigga, shoulda known it from the start
Feelin' like I'm Famous Dex, the way this drip come from my walk
If they really want the smoke, we get them lined up with some chalk
Cooked pasta, way I'm sauced up Sippin' out this double cup
I ooh-wee like Sauce Walker, EG4L, gettin' tossed up
Know a young nigga done bossed up Young A.I., get him crossed up
Know young niggas who do walk-ups
Dumb niggas shouldn't have crossed us
Catch him in his whip, hit his tire, make him curve out like a boomerang
Had a light pole, now the nigga gone, got a new pack, smokin' with the gang
Slidin' round down 7th Street, then we roll out like Luda mane
Stomp through any town with my black flag and some flame kicks, no Liu Kang
Yeah, the young boy been golden, feel like young kid been chosen
Boy, I'm floatin' on these beats, feel like I'm walkin' on the ocean
Move, Slow-mo off these potions, back in high school, they ain't know him now
SXNSXI he in focus, yeah, this young nigga got some motion, uh
Pop a Perc or a Tramadol, then wash it down with some alcohol
No, I really don't give a damn at all, and if I die, then that's my fault
I stare at my strap like it's a beautiful ratchet
You paid for a ratchet to go get an ass lift
I turned so cold cause they said I was passive, I sucked on her tits
Her chest was so massive, f*cked her till she passed out
And stuffed in the mattress, pipe game, have her never forgetin my address, tough stuff from an addict, how I developed a habit
Used to be a gentleman, now it's the hell with these damn tricks
What Type of devilish magic, been enveloped in madness
Don't test my clique, you can't catch up with passes
Wishes get ripped to shreds when I let the whole mag rip
XXX, what it said on the tablets
You could never have fell into hell where my head it
It's what I said, I'm deadly, trust sense, they get blasted
Ride for the E to the D to the G to the Y
Die for the team if you tweakin' i slide
Vibin', I squeeze till you sleep in the sky
Why would you think I don't keep me a pipe
Try me and see how I creep for my guy
Hidin' the heat that I keep on my side
Tryin' to keep me a piece of the pie
It's 4 f*ckin' life, you goddamn whore
What up SXNSXI
Writer: Dominic Smith, Spence Lee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid