letra de #inactive (version 2) - xinai
[intro]
sl!ck
whew, fah
pick up the phone, xp, quit playin’ (yuh)
ayy
[verse]
if-if you know me, then you know my name’s xinai (ya ‘lready know)
fu-fu-f-ck that n-gga, f-ck jermaine, yeah, that n-gga f-ckin’ died (f-ck that n-gga)
wa-wa-wa-walkin’ ’round, my alter ego tryna drill a n-gga spine (grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh)
just like no russian, godd-mn [?], i do that n-gga just like that, that (grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh)
b-tch-, b-tch, what is that, that? (yuh, yuh)
i’ma be back home with my thugs, just like that, that (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
hit my plug on snapchat (what?), i’m tryn’-, tryn’ cop me a gas pack (what, what?)
i’ma shut off his legs, get him clap, clap (what?)
servin’ the fiends, and i- (sorry, let me speak)
hollon, ayy
i be steppin’ on sh-t, i be walkin’ and talkin’ on beats (okay)
run-, ru-ru-run up on that n-gga, take his f-ckin’ vitamins, and then i stomp him out with my cleats (okay, okay, okay, okay)
tha-tha-that b-tch is talkin’, she f-ckin’ on me (what, what?)
if i’m walkin’, i’m sparkin’, he barkin’ at me (what, what?)
now i’m smokin’ a blunt with this bih’, now she barfin’ me (what? ayy, ayy)
that p-ssy fartin’ on me (yuh)
oncе we-, once we gеt him clapped, we send him to buddha (okay, okay)
i’m clappin’ that n-gga, he know i got shooters (okay, okay)
we boutta toss him out, they won’t shoot him (okay, okay)
[?] on his body, lil’ b-tch, i’ma loot him (yeah, yeah, yah, oh, my god)
run up-, run up-, run up on that n-gga, we hit him on sight (yeah, that n-gga is gonna die)
talkin’ that sh-t and we endin’ yo life (yah, get it, yeah)
my opp b-tch ridin’ my d-ck like bike (yeah)
lit-little-, little do you know she suckin’ my d-ck every night (what, what?)
n-gga (woah)
i do not give no f-ck ’bout a n-gga (no f-cks)
i do not give no f-ck ’bout a b-tch (no f-cks)
i do not give no f-ck ’bout my life (no f-cks)
i cannot f-ck with these b-tches, they trife (what?)
i get up with a n-gga, i hit him at night (what?)
when i take a lil’ xanny, boy, i feel like i might (d-mn, okay)
k!ll a n-gga, i’ma hit him with a knife
why you talkin’ to me, not a n-gga i like (grahh, grahh)
not gon’ talk without a f-ckin’ fight (ayy, okay)
i’ma drip that n-gga, hit him with a pipe (okay, okay)
i’ma smoke this spliff, i’m higher than a kite (okay, okay)
i’ma stuff my money in the f-ckin’ bed (my money, my money)
just in case somebody tryna go to feds (oh, yeah, yeah)
he not gon’ run away, i hit his legs (yeah, yeah)
i’ma clap that n-gga, hit him with a light
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