[Intro]
Yeah
It's with an X, n***a
Fxce
Look

[Verse]
I got tired of hangin' around these n***as that never got no motion
I don't be drinkin' lean around n***as I don't know 'cause that shit open
I can tell you a story about my life, but that don't mean I wrote it
Do some shit better than you did, but that don't mean you showed me
That don't mean I owe you, my lil' bitch the coldest
That n***a couldn't shoot for shit, that's why I left him open
I knew his backdoor and shit, that's why I left it open
Soon as he take a step in, I'ma hit him with the Cobra
'Cause his ass a snake, all my n***as apes
I know it's rifle bullets inside this clip, but this a Drac'
You thirty with no pape', man, that must just be your fate
I can talk about this shit 'cause I can put it in your face
This shit I'm drivin' right now cost a house
Lately, I been puttin' n***as on, come cop an ounce
Today, I'ma smack a n***a if I hear the wrong tone, so watch your mouth, just found his house
Send the cleaners to that bitch, n***a, they gon' wash it out, yeah
If you ain't heard about me back then, then watch me now, yeah
N***as wasn't tryna let me in, so why should I? Yeah
Pull up fast dudes, ain't fuckin' with my side
Pussy make me pull a fast dude, keep fuckin' with my pride
Told my bitch, "Your friend wanna fuck with me, I can look in her eyes"
I ain't finna argue, n***a, if you wanna talk, I'll send you to God
I'll put a n***a in my shoes, but I can't, 'cause n***as don't wear my size
Gone for a month straight, ain't leavin' this state with less than five
Bitch, I'm talkin' fifty, never wore no Dickies, huh
Top three in my city, don't give a fuck if you don't pick me
Bitch, you made me not even wanna fuck 'cause you a pick-me
I double-taped two thirty clips and now my shit hold sixty
Sixty-ball, shoot him 'til he fall
N***as tried to beat me, but they can't, 'cause I'm a dog
I just counted up like 20K, I'm gettin' off
You out of town, I ship 'em off, you want a feat'? 'Cause that shit costs, bitch
Man, I'm startin' to think these n***as soft
Let 'em let if off, I'm swingin' this bitch like it's golf
The sticks is black, the whips is black, n***as thinkin' that we goth
And don't ask me for a verse, 'cause I told you that shit cost, n***a
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's with an X, n***a