letra de out da mix - xhaporollin
uh-huh
aye, aye
xhapo
rollin
50z
vz, aye, aye
let’s go
back on the scene, but i’m still out the mix
still on my grind and these f— n—- p-ssed
pocket watching like spike lee be watching the knicks
gone be broke all your life, you too scared to take risks
finna cop about 2 or 3 bows and make 6
they be claiming they shooting but all of them missed
too much b— in ya blood why you quick to go flip
we be smokin the za, but we servin the trip
every one of the bags be some pressure
sh-t don’t work b— you bеing too extra
just met the h– now you bеgging to bless her
ain’t too different, just changed for the better
keep a new stick right under the sweater
too d-mn high fell asleep in the tesla
brown skin b— and her name was alexa
matter fact i think i’m bout to text her
she don’t answer i’m gone to the next one
but my mind still be focused on paper
we got all the flavors
but you talking less than a 50 my lil n—- serving u later
ain’t playin b— i need my paper
when they see you up, that’s when n— start hating
rpd hit the spot, then you know that we skating
if it’s up, then it’s stuck don’t n0body be playing
uh-huh
back on the scene, but i’m still out the mix
still on my grind and these f— n—- p-ssed
pocket watching like spike lee be watching the knicks
gone be broke all your life, you too scared to take risks
finna cop about 2 or 3 bows and make 6
they be claiming they shooting but all of them missed
too much b— in ya blood why you quick to go flip
we be smokin the za, but we servin the trip
know he mad that i just stole his play
you wife b—- that’s working the blade
make no difference i’m still getting paid
opp in traffic we flipping the range
they on feet, then we making them run
i wake up brush my t–th with my gun
even sit down and eat with my gun
back on the scene, but i’m still out the mix
still on my grind and these f— n—- p-ssed
pocket watching like spike lee be watching the knicks
gone be broke all your life, you too scared to take risks
finna cop about 2 or 3 bows and make 6
they be claiming they shooting but all of them missed
too much b— in ya blood why you quick to go flip
we be smokin the za, but we servin the trip
let’s go
we gone
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