X.I.V.A - S H O T S

At first it was all love now they're sending shots
They know that it's hot anytime that I drop
Secret competitions now my haters trying to plot
Evil eye jewelry know I'm all about my rocks
At first it was all love now they're sending shots
They know that it's hot anytime that I drop
Secret competitions now my haters trying to plot
Evil eye jewelry know I'm all about my rocks
No bitch working hard as me
I don't do shit partially
Perfect my craft pardon me
Please respect my artistry
Swear I do this in my sleep
Eat it breath it and repeat
Everyday I'm reaching heights
Pushing myself mentally
No it's not a hobby for me
It's a fucking lifestyle
I can't give myself to no man I can't be tied down
They're no match for me when it's time for me to write down
I don't fuck around in the booth
This ain't Eight Mile
I need me a hundred bands
I don't care if I got to run a man
My ex couldn't be a better man
So I turned him into my biggest fan
Same goal three different plans
I manifest I make demands
Ten toes don't need a hand
Got my own style
I'm my own brand
Whole hood on my back
Put my country on the map
Adding culture to the culture
Whether I sing or I rap
This is my life only facts
What I want I attract
Off the dome or my pen
Yeah just know it's never cap
If you know me know I started from the bottom
Tried to leave me buried in the dirt
But I blossomed
Ex thought he had a grip on me so I dropped him
Thought I wouldn't get my lick back so I got 'em
Yeah
Yeah
I said I got 'em I got 'em
Yeah I said I got 'em I got 'em
Yeah I said I got 'em I got 'em
Thought I wouldn't get my lick back
Bitch I got 'em
I said I blossomed I blossomed
I said I blossomed I blossomed
I said I blossomed I blossomed
Tried to leave me buried in the dirt but I
These bitches talk about anything
I make a song about everything
This difference is they're selling ass
While selling game is my currency
I don't break bread with birds
I don't even want them next to me
You're only good as your company
You can't fuck with me
If you're pussy bitch
You can't come for me
Got love for those who got love for me
I don't even be in love for real
Broke Nigga is a dub for me
Work hard live luxury
No silver spoon no feeding me
Can't relate no empathy
I bodied on lock shots on cock
Bitches still in recovery
I'm so lady like all these Niggas want to wife me
I'm a do them dirty I ain't talking about a white tee
I'm still a thug he ain't never seen one like me
I'm so versatile they can't even make a type beat
I'm so lady like all these Niggas want to wife me
I'm a do them dirty I ain't talking about a white tee
I'm still a thug he ain't never seen one like me
I'm so versatile they can't even make a type beat
Dump on a bitch
I'm on my shit
Feeling myself
Rubbing my clit
They're watching my posts
They're on my dick
I don't do it for clout
I'm making hits
Bodied the beat
Crossing the list
Cease to exist
Loading the clip
Putting in work
Changing the shift
Blowing his mind
I got the stick
I never gag
I got them sick
He want a taste
He want a sip
Getting some head
Blow him a kiss
Dine and dash
I got to dip
Haha
This shit is too fucking easy
Step one
Investment
We ain't doing shit for fun
Step two
Know your worth
You know what to do
Step three
Make sure that Nigga already on his knees
Step four
He ain't got a ring
Show his ass the door

Written by:
X.I.V.A, Sapna Mall

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