[Intro]
This song is fucking horrible
Damn son where'd you find this?
In the trash?

[Chrous: Xhris2Eazy]
Muy sucio
Muy suci-
Muy-
Cold liter, cold swag, whip my wrist Santería
Cold liter, cold swag, whip my wrist Santería
Cold liter, cold swag, whip my wrist Santería
Dark spell, dark magic, slice you up like a pizzeria
Sippin' a love potion now your bitch come through, she tryna fuck
Posted up with Christ
We don't really give a fuck, focused on them bucks
[?] smoke an eighth stuff it in a Dutch
I pulled a pistol like my name was Dutch
Whenever I call up my broski he come in clutch
Cast a love spell now I be fucking your slut

[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
If a n***a got a problem then we pullin up
Bad bitch on my nuts, yeah she on my nuts
I don't give a fuck I don't givе a fuck
I be in this bitch I be turnin' up
Wildin' in the party you should turn it up
I don't еven know where to fucking [?]
I need a woman in my life man I can't fuck with hoes
N***a I don't fuck with you, n***a who is you
Dual wield pistols n***a hell yeah imma need two
I be goin' long times without eating food
If a n***a cross me he can't hang man that boy is food
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
These n***as mad cause they wanna be us
I'm doing my taxes I'm like what the fuck
Cup on the Glock cause it's long as a bus
I get to the bread I ain't talking no cold cuts
Me and X we be tapped in like a dreadlock
Smoking on strong look like it from Bangkok
[?] like a pad lock
[?]
Stay at the door like Homer Simpson
Trackhawk run like OJ Simpson
Junkies look like Pete Davidson
Ball on n***as in Cali, Antawn Jamison
She know I'm not the same as him
Only turnin' up we not turnin' down
Your music ass she like, "turn it down"
Fat ass, ugly face told her, "turn around"
Smokin' top shelf I can't hear a sound
Fiends look like they in Haunted Mound
If you ain't talkin' money I'm gonna frown

[Verse 3: Acid Souljah]
Four straps on my lap I look like General Grievous
And I'm not broke bitch I ain't out here stealing shit
Acid, Christ, Xris, and Xav on the same track you know we killin' shit
I know that you ain't heard some shit as real as this
I lied to the junkie, sold him fake percs and I said "You ain't never take nothing as real as this"
[?] got her looking like she Courtney Love
He's charging gas prices for the mid pack so I robbed him, his bitch, his mom, and his plug
If you ain't money when you hit my phone imma be like UGH
I just got a pack in and I think the post man when he ride around he like The Little Engine That Could
I got a big pack coming in you can't even put that shit on Thomas the Tank Engine if you tried
I get in this bitch I start talking about trains I ain't gon' lie I be really fried
Presidential swag like I'm Jimmy Carter
I hop in this bitch I couldn't even tell a lie
[Outro]
Holy fucking shit
This is fucked beyond repair