Xavtimer - Wicky Wicky Wop Shit (feat. Flea Boi & J)
I got gas like wheezyU is trash like sleezy
Like the bitch on my dick while we passin the bleezys
Like the bitch do a trick when she tryna to please me
Fuck a snitch fuck a bitch that’s just how it be shit
That’s just how it be shit
We go crazy for da cheese bitch fuck a remix
This the first time that I do this and sure it won’t be the last cuz I’m crazy on the mic bitch like a psychopath
And I be killin all these rhymes and I be killin all ya styles
Got a feelin that I just might cop a island and go wild
I been curin all these people they ears filled with that vile
Ion care about no sheeple and ion care about no file
Back when I was a child
We In the swamp in the Nile
Feelin in denial then the money started comin in and man it started to pile
We started to come up straight up straight up from the tile
He went nasty with it
I’m goin nasty with it
My blunt got gas up in it
Closet got raf up in it
I had to grab a minute
To get y’alls ass to listen
And I got a massive feelin
Our limit passed the ceiling
But I got a couple issues that I’m tryin to address
I’m young thuggin so you know I had to hide it in the dress
No no you won’t catch me lackin, I spit fire, she impressed
Yeah there’s more than meets the money, but the money makes the mess
Yeah Bmxnny on this shit that’s that 808 percussion
Money funnel to the top and that’s end of discussion
Multi-billionaires just disregard, no repercussions
I’m steady sippin, puffin thinkin bout what we becomin
I heard they think it’s funny we got caught up in the rules
All of just tryna make it but we gotta pay our dues
It ain’t even bout bein famous it’s bout doin what we do
Yeah a lot of shit been coming hopefully we make it to next tues-
Day
And for my crews sake, get a blue cape, put a S on it
Cop a new Wraith
Cop diamonds till my tooth ache
Choose a new way to say how to take the top off it, no toupee
Today imma make 2k, no AD
Maybe, imma make 3, bags chase me
Hate me yeah they hate me cuz I’m flexin
8 bands yeah wait back to Xavs message
Yeah this the message of the century
I can tell all of you mfs starin and envy me
You smell me when I walk up in the room that complimentary
I’m sippin on sum hennessey
That bitch was never into you
and She Know all of my songs all up in her memory
The flow is traumatic
the way I kick it up side to side imma savage
the way she put it up throw it back she a bad bitch
Bitch I’m booted up need a check not no average
Poured it in my cup bitch I’m sippin on sum passion
That’s past tense
I’m not tryna be no has been
In the best fashion
Back up to the backen
Give a fuck bout repercussions cause I got this on lock
Tryna make a fuckin wave tryna break the fuckin dock
Give a fuck whatch u payed give a fuck bout whatchu thought
And I Toss the money slag and watch that shit drop
I’m just make money mang ion see the fuckin prob
Ion see no fuckin prop
Wicky wicky wicky wop
Man I’m wanting all de bands and I b wantin all the top
I’m often with it and I’m often sippin
You know I’m often drippin in some off white denim
I went offline with it cuz i was off my rhythm
I had to cop some venom, you can’t stop momentum
Designer to the linen, you can’t stop the vision
Pearls on my chain, Pearles, not no vision
The worlds gone insane, look how the fuck we livin
I’m on my cannabis thing, I can’t find my limit
Why they hating on the passion, why they hatin on us dude
While they hatin imma go and get some paper for the crew
While they hatin imma go do somethin sacred with the shrooms
While they hatin imma go and drop a banger, make the news
No no I can’t pay attention, know the clique we stayin focused
Yeah eyes on dolla’ signs and different colors of the Lotus
No this ain’t no hocus pocus but we turn the game around (Yuh)
Changin, spittin crazy yeah we finna make a sound
Make a sound
Imma dawg put me in a pound
If he talkin down
Ion give a fuck who he round
Talkin all that funny shit
make me laugh he a clown
He a clown wit the shit
I was bound wit this shit
I would go down for this shit
They tryna keep us down bitch
sent a blackheart she left me on read
Why not doin bidness homie
I guess u so fed?
Bitch I’m tryna get a check
Better watch out for the feds
Better watch out we the best
And I’m comin out of downtown bumbin smokin on some gas
All them feelings they was gone and they was feelings that I had
So I took her to the pad and flipped that back
Sugar cookie air wick like i can’t get no fresher
Yeah yeah yeah yeah gorgie in the dresser
Thought I dropped out but Mikey the professor
Catch me when I’m drippin yeah In that balmain leather
Wit the prestos on my toes I ain’t trippin for hoes yeah maybe I miss it but that’s how it Goes yeah imma plant a money tree and watch that bitch grow
Yeah growin like weed yeah growin like weed in the music industry we just plantin our Seed if I’m spitting wit my buds then I guess they OG my D O G’s run a run a train got her screamin Oh G O D
Oh my oh my gawd oh oh my gawd
I’m goin off lil bitch I’m goin off lil bitch
Type of shit take all my homies to the top n shit
I’m feelin nauseas shit
I’m feelin off the shit
But I’m goin of lil bitch
She Given top n shit
MIDWEST SHIT
Written by:
Xavtimer, Flea Boi, Mikey Xav
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