Dear father god

If I lie about anything I say in this song

Please strike me and take my life right now

Amen

Xavvo Got The Beat Knocking

You a poor man, you ain't pushing no grams

When I pull up to the trap, boy you was the door man

Look I got more bands, more hits and more songs

If I say the word boy best believe your soul gone

Fresh up off the boat makes moves stacking funds

You could ask about me Trixta G he really pushing pounds

You a clown, almost 30 in the streets and don't got none

But a gun and your lugs we going full it up with slugs

Talkin bout my gyul ya better come correct (Huh Huh)

Boy you don't wan collect a bus chest (Huh Huh)

Nuff said boy ya soft butter bread

My youngin on my case he begging me to buss ya head (Pussyy)

Onna real boy we laughing at ya G (HaHa)

He a clown so we laughing after he (HaHa)

I in the streets way more then sesame

When this shit drop they gone have it on repeat (Pussyy)

Onna real I trying to hold it down, I down in town without a gun I buying gold just for fun

You a clown in a corner watching man like a punk faget

Either you step or get stepped on like rug (Pussyyyy)

You a poor man, you ain't pushing no grams

When I pull up to the trap, boy you was the door man

Look I got more bands, more hits and more songs

If I say the word boy best believe your soul gone

You a poor man, you ain't pushing no grams

When I pull up to the trap, boy you was the door man

Look I got more bands, more hits and more songs

If I say the word boy best believe your soul gone

Back to back I spitting facts I never lie

If you know how da dawgs had yuh gyal ya woulda cry ya woulda die kill ya self pussy Now ya fuck for life

If I make a call bro going hit her up and give her pipe (DUMMYY)

Onna real is a lot that I could talk about

Like all dem man dem with you soft so why they talkin for

Everybody know wassup with me I like a lot of fuck

You start me up, now I got to catch he scunt and park him up

My dawgs who dead gone you gone live on pour out the liquor

Every time I think on you I roll a joint and make it bigger

I sip henny for the pain I know it f**kin up my liver

Everybody know, that we get da pack and push it quicker (Pusssyy)

Onna real boy we laughing at ya G (HaHa)

He a clown so we laughing after he

I in the streets way more then sesame

When this shit drop they gone have it on repeat (Pussyy)

You a poor man, you ain't pushing no grams

When I pull up to the trap, boy you was the door man

Look I got more bands, more hits and more songs

If I say the word boy best believe your soul gone

You a poor man, you ain't pushing no grams

When I pull up to the trap, boy you was the door man

Look I got more bands, more hits and more songs

If I say the word boy best believe your soul gone

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