Lyrics
Hop in the whip
**** Drive
Xyco with me he my slime
Picking the bitches we moving around
Getting the money not wasting my time
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
Men fuck how you feel
My brother just threw me a rubber band
He said **** that's a twenty five
Trapping outside of the Cullinan
Moon roof you can see the sky
We got bitches here by the five
Smoking that good pack
Yeah we smoking that za
She ain't no Mrs
She want me to feel on her kidney
She know that I'm coming inside
She gotta oblige
Bussing a full load of semen
On her face and
I cum on her thighs
Ain't no surprise
They call me XL
Is no wonder she feeling
The meat in her eyes
Yeah I am the god
Is no wonder they fell
Like the coming of Christ
They ringing bells
Or the trumpets
I'm spitting straight fire
Murk **** is dire
Either ways y'all going to hell
Cuz the heat that I'm spewing
Be hitting like Ewing
Defeating me no way
The beat acapella
Bitch having it your way
Would get you on your knees
Like you my kids
Took them out
Well I guess it was sunday
Sunday service saving
Hopeless rappers all day
Rappers hopeless hoping
They making it someday
Someday making music
We fuse it with money
We run it
We moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
We Moving for what
We Moving moving for real
Hop in the whip
**** Drive
Xyco with me he my slime
Picking the bitches we moving around
Getting the money not wasting my time
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
We moving for real
Men fuck how you feel
My brother just threw me a rubber band
He said **** that's a twenty five
Trapping outside of the Cullinan
Moon roof you can see the sky
We got bitches here by the five
Smoking that good pack
Yeah we smoking that za
She ain't no Mrs
She want me to feel on her kidney
She know that I'm coming inside
She know I'm coming inside
(She know I'm coming)
Cut a **** up
Serve him to one of my bredrens
With chicken and fries (Fries)
What's in my pocket a surprise
Four five six
Leave a **** thinking he blind
Hollow tips yeah
They won't miss you
I up it and I swear these bullets
Might fucking just kiss you (Ummm)
Bae what's the issue
(Papi I Miss You)
She saying papi I miss you
My dick in her mouth
She drink it like Mizu
Diamonds they gleam in the heat too (Shine)
ALYX and Moncler on my body
Me and my brother
We go catch a body
And fuck no yeah
We not telling nobody
It's like three am right now
Just pulled up to the studio
Gotta drop that ****
Who been leaking
All my music in that
Bitch right now
Finna get on his ass
Written by: Jesse Enemuoh, Michael Temiloluwa Afolabi
