CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : DX
I know it's been a minute since you mentioned it
Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in
Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me
Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry
I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me
Couldn't talk to my momma, it f**ked with me mentally
I f**k with Brando, you know we got that history
Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free
Like f**k what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me
He try to get to know me, I think he the feds
He try to run off on me, he got that flip
Got the drop on that n***a, now that n***a dead
Put that n***a on the fittеd, he extra
Heard thе n***a trippin, his b*t*h will get stretched
We gon' come for your neck, my n***as they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck
We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX
Woah, I just got a text
I'm finna go f**k on your hoe, woulda thought it was demand
Ha, you shouldn't have f**ked with Lil Xan, huh, Big Xan
I get to the money, you know that I am
Say you get money, but never at the bank
Fake scripts and you sippin' fake drank
Skippin' classes, I was skippin' the states
Know I was down for you, whole lot on my plate
Play with the gang then I'm uppin' the rate
Me and Brando, yeah, we uppin' the Wraith
Sippin' medicine cause' I love the taste
Givin' me face, it's givin' her faith
Lil baby eat me up just like a buffet
Whatever I do I can't move with no hate
These n***as too slow, needa' pick up the pace
I know it's been a minute since you mentioned it
Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in
Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me
Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry
I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me
Couldn't talk to my momma, it f**ked with me mentally
I f**k with Brando, you know we got that history
Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free
Like f**k what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me
He try to get to know me, I think he the feds
He try to run off on me, he got that flip
Got the drop on that n***a, now that n***a dead
Put that n***a on the fitted, he extra
Heard the n***a trippin, his b*t*h will get stretched
We gon' come for your neck, my n***as they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck
We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX
Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in
Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me
Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry
I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me
Couldn't talk to my momma, it f**ked with me mentally
I f**k with Brando, you know we got that history
Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free
Like f**k what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me
He try to get to know me, I think he the feds
He try to run off on me, he got that flip
Got the drop on that n***a, now that n***a dead
Put that n***a on the fittеd, he extra
Heard thе n***a trippin, his b*t*h will get stretched
We gon' come for your neck, my n***as they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck
We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX
Woah, I just got a text
I'm finna go f**k on your hoe, woulda thought it was demand
Ha, you shouldn't have f**ked with Lil Xan, huh, Big Xan
I get to the money, you know that I am
Say you get money, but never at the bank
Fake scripts and you sippin' fake drank
Skippin' classes, I was skippin' the states
Know I was down for you, whole lot on my plate
Play with the gang then I'm uppin' the rate
Me and Brando, yeah, we uppin' the Wraith
Sippin' medicine cause' I love the taste
Givin' me face, it's givin' her faith
Lil baby eat me up just like a buffet
Whatever I do I can't move with no hate
These n***as too slow, needa' pick up the pace
I know it's been a minute since you mentioned it
Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in
Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me
Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry
I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me
Couldn't talk to my momma, it f**ked with me mentally
I f**k with Brando, you know we got that history
Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free
Like f**k what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me
He try to get to know me, I think he the feds
He try to run off on me, he got that flip
Got the drop on that n***a, now that n***a dead
Put that n***a on the fitted, he extra
Heard the n***a trippin, his b*t*h will get stretched
We gon' come for your neck, my n***as they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck
We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX
