Yeah, yeah, yeah

Thinkin' i'm goin' out sad

I'm just gettin' started

The fuck are you talkin' bout

I could get all of you whacked

You lucky I got shit to lose, or I'd I cross you out

I don't be fuckin' with rats, we do what we want, so shut up or i'll lay you down, yeah

You talking shit for no reason

Short ass bitch should be sippin' Capri-Sun

This ain't shit except me gettin' even

You can't smoke with a G, you'd be heavin

There's a time and a place that we meetin

I don't know it, but it got me thinkin

I gotta be prepared

I know that he'll be scared

Bitch

What

I ain't a fan of the constant talkin

If there's a plan, I should get involved with it

Grind down my fears and I smoke em' to nothin

If it's a perc, then I'm talkin' percussion

And if you twerk you get passed to my cousin

I don't take breaks cause I'll miss out on somethin

She fuckin' me while she textin' her husband

Woah

What

And she headed over, I sent an emoji

And we gonna dance, but not no hokey pokey

And she let the blunt burn, had to tell her focus

And she wilin', gotta tone down on emotion

Said fuck a distraction, this is my devotion

I don't need your reaction to keep on postin'

She my fan and we fuckin', but not my only

Yeah

I don't need shit, it's magic

If I shoot at your feet, do a backflip

Lonely as fuck bein' better than everybody

Out of Kennett, Missouri, the next one comin'

I'm always in a hurry, gon' show my mom

She got no reason to worry, yeah it's really up

I got gas in the tank, I've been pushin' a hundred somethin'

Not everyone can do it, shit isn't nothin'

And i'm shittin' on everyone making' assumptions

I don't give a fuck

You think I ain't on shit, til' I air out your whole block, let's have a heart to heart

I'ma cross this boy right out, he talkin' sweet, well bitch don't even start

This ain't RAW SNDS two, this X2C, comin' in with shit you've never heard

I got some words, I'll smoke you first, they never learn, yeah

And it's funny how no one even wanna fuck with me

In my hometown no more, it's fuckin' sad to see

And it's all the same ones that said they were with me

They're hangin' with people that fucked me over

Left me in the street, but fuck em' they all dead to me, it's up

Fuck losin' sleep

I'm losin' mental

Why would I speak

Clarity dental

I know my worth, hope I offend you

Comin' to terms

That I could end you

Guns make you dance whenever you choose a side (grah, grah)

Know who I am, these people like who am I (huh, huh)

Flex on the gram, entertainment suicide (huh, huh)

You losin' your fans cause you don't got that pride (huh, huh)

I lie to a bitch for pussy, givin' it up like a rookie (lil' bitch)

You fuckin' with gang, we slide, you dance by the gun like Toosie

Choppa, choppa spread like a damn eagle

The chop, the choppa spread hit the grim reaper

Choppa, choppa talk make a new lingo

Lil boy wanna talk usin' who's ego

Choppa, choppa spread like a damn eagle (damn eagle)

The chop, the choppa spread hit the grim reaper (grim reaper)

Choppa, choppa talk make a new lingo (new lingo)

Lil boy wanna talk usin' who's ego