X A Y B O
I'm with my nigga cooking a fo
Baking soda ho all on the flo
I like that top bitch I ain't tryna flirt
She said she like it when I'm all in her skirt
Riding dirty in the back of a herse
I'm leaning hard with the devil I'm cursed
Tryna save a nigga it's too late I'm burnt!
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
I know I make your old bitch hate me
Riding through the city playing witta AP
Cock it back put it up gun safety
Pop it out in case a nigga real wanna play me
I know you wit it bro
I know you bout it tho
But you killing niggas think you needa chill bro?
In a drop top running the city
Yeah you lit bro you blowing them fifty's
Mr rain man packing a blicky
Check my temperature I think I feel sicky uh
I ain't tryna flex but I know best aiming at ya head ho put that boy to rest!
X A Y B O
I'm with my nigga cooking a fo
Baking soda ho all on the flo
I like that top bitch I ain't tryna flirt
She said she like it when I'm all in her skirt
Riding dirty in the back of a herse
I'm leaning hard with the devil I'm cursed
Tryna save a nigga it's too Late I'm burnt!
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X A Y B O
I'm with my nigga cooking a fo
Baking soda ho all on the flo
I like that top bitch I ain't tryna flirt
She said she like it when I'm all in her skirt
Riding dirty in the back of a herse
I'm leaning hard with the devil I'm cursed
Tryna save a nigga it's too late I'm burnt!
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
I know I make your old bitch hate me
Riding through the city playing witta AP
Cock it back put it up gun safety
Pop it out in case a nigga real wanna play me
I know you wit it bro
I know you bout it tho
But you killing niggas think you needa chill bro?
In a drop top running the city
Yeah you lit bro you blowing them fifty's
Mr rain man packing a blicky
Check my temperature I think I feel sicky uh
I ain't tryna flex but I know best aiming at ya head ho put that boy to rest!
X A Y B O
I'm with my nigga cooking a fo
Baking soda ho all on the flo
I like that top bitch I ain't tryna flirt
She said she like it when I'm all in her skirt
Riding dirty in the back of a herse
I'm leaning hard with the devil I'm cursed
Tryna save a nigga it's too Late I'm burnt!
I'm with my nigga cooking a fo
Baking soda ho all on the flo
I like that top bitch I ain't tryna flirt
She said she like it when I'm all in her skirt
Riding dirty in the back of a herse
I'm leaning hard with the devil I'm cursed
Tryna save a nigga it's too late I'm burnt!
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
Gas gas gas lean
I know I make your old bitch hate me
Riding through the city playing witta AP
Cock it back put it up gun safety
Pop it out in case a nigga real wanna play me
I know you wit it bro
I know you bout it tho
But you killing niggas think you needa chill bro?
In a drop top running the city
Yeah you lit bro you blowing them fifty's
Mr rain man packing a blicky
Check my temperature I think I feel sicky uh
I ain't tryna flex but I know best aiming at ya head ho put that boy to rest!
X A Y B O
I'm with my nigga cooking a fo
Baking soda ho all on the flo
I like that top bitch I ain't tryna flirt
She said she like it when I'm all in her skirt
Riding dirty in the back of a herse
I'm leaning hard with the devil I'm cursed
Tryna save a nigga it's too Late I'm burnt!
Writer: Xavier Sidney
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