作词 : Gabriel Rousseau/Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
作曲 : Gabriel Rousseau/Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
[Verse]
I was smoking on a spliff, I was ****ing on a M.I.L.F
I was pushing up on *****es in the A in a Lyf
I was giving *****es dick, yeah, they treat it like a gif
'Cause a nigga know she ain't getting **** from me, I treat it like a M.I.L.F
She put her knees where my feet at and blew me like a blimp
I **** that ***** and I leave, yeah, I can't go out like no sim
Hell nah, I can't go out like him, hell nah, I can't go out like them
Hell you talkin' 'bout, nigga? I got gems, I got diamonds on every limb
I got diamonds, yeah, on every limb
I got more bracelets on than that boy got chains
I pulled up in the McLaren, then I lost the brain
I got these *****es starin' and these niggas callin' me lam
But that **** really be lame when these niggas be hatin'
It be lame when I drop the blunt, it be lame when I spill my drank
It be lame when they doin' too much when I'm tryna withdraw out the bank
It be lame when 12 ****ing with us, when I do it, I do every day
It's **** 12 and it's **** the police, oh yeah, it's **** the Jakes
Free all of my niggas, yeah, locked in the cage
X-MAN, I'm a villain, yeah, I'm ready to rage
I hop on a plane, then hop out the plane, then rock out the stage
Rock a upside down cross, every time I leave my *****, she burnin' sag
I **** my ***** with my chains on, she love how they clan
I told that *****, her pussy the bomb like Saddam Hussein
Let me pop this pill, let me pour this blunt, let me pour me up some drank
I'm eatin' bad ***** pussy for lunch, my ***** look like Zenday
Ain't no more Teen X babe, 'cause I got the X babes, yeah
Triple X, all she want is sex, sex, sex, sex, all she wanna do is lay up
Balenciaga all on my chest, chest, chest, chest, and my pants, they Ravers
A nigga can't say,"Ken Carson ain't on shit", look at the swag I gave her
Look at the **** I made up
Look at these niggas I raised up
Look at these niggas I slayed
Wait, nah, I don't claim her
Disrespect
Disrespect this shit, you gon' die 'bout it
Pull up solid, well, yeah, we gon' hop out it
He was stealin', so now he gon' die 'bout that
AR-15 go rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
And it's up for these niggas that's screamin'
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, **** him
[Outro]
**** your gang, *****, on God
X-MAN
X, X, X-MAN
Yeah