XTC ft. tone Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, like, uh

Let me talk my shit, at this point feel like I can't miss

Voorhees, how I come out the mist

Bitch, I'm all in, don't really want this

Big money Mikey ain't scared of risk

Doing my thing since the digital disk

Yeah, that boy good, but he can't fuck with this Been making money, hand over fist

Keep it mello, boy, it's all in the wrist

Thank God for my natural gifts

Big gas in the joint that I twist

Whiplash, add your name to the list

Wood grain on the wheel that I grip

Couple chains and a piece from the thrift

All I need is a blunt and a brisk, All I need is a sprite and a spliff

Blunt ash, I've been talking crazy

Puff pass, roll your own, you be lazy

Good gas, got my memory hazy

Look back, I done grown, shit is crazy

Women want me, they describe me as wavy Big hair, she look like the 80s

Game on lock, man, I feel like a gracie

Big business, I won't talk till you pay me

Always balling on the number one pick

Must acknowledge when them boys talkin' slick

He think he hard cause he built like the tick But we all look the same when our throats getting slit

Mikey D, baby, just open the pit

Pose, take a flick

Then run it back like Sandler in Click

Grab on her ass, I bite on her lip

I'm with the gang we might blow down a zip

I want the money, collect and I dip

Tombstone, watch me bust off the hip Clairvoyant, I be flipping the script

This ain't a game, but then if it was, then M7 just sunk your ship

Real stoner, roll a doobie from Clips

Fucking with blue, now I'm bumping the clipse

I never panic when they wanna blitz, Dru like a dojo, he good for the kicks

One of those nights where I cannot resist I'm so in love with her chocolate kiss

Staying home, but we still taking trips

Just hit my phone when you ready for this

Let me talk my shit, at this point feel like I can't miss

Voorhees, how I come out the mist

Bitch, I'm all in, you don't really want this

Big money Mikey ain't scared of risk

Doing my thing since the digital disk

Yeah, that boy good, but he can't fuck with this Been making money, hand over fist

Keep it mello, boy, it's all in the wrist

Thank God for my natural gifts

Big gas in the joint that I twist

Whiplash, add your name to the list

Wood grain on the wheel that I grip

Couple chains and a piece from the thrift

All I need is a blunt and a brisk, All I need is a sprite and a spliff

Okay, I passed the ball for assists, okay

Talked down, get put in a spliff, okay

Talked down, get put in a blitz today

If she ain't getting bread, I'ma dodge her

Hopping on whip, nigga, that's a charger

You wanna feat , nigga, I'ma charge ya

Pockets get bigger while my money larger Pockets get bigger while your pockets flatter

Your bitch cool, but my bitch is badder Smoking that gas, nigga smokin matter

I'm in that whip and we zooming faster Smoking that green, you smoking that leaf

Bitch, I'm a beast, I go off the leash

That bitch wanna fuck, I pull down the seats

They say we ain't up, I pull the receipts up

Let me talk my shit, at this point feel like I can't miss

Voorhees, how I come out the mist

Bitch, I'm all in, you don't really want this

Big money Mikey ain't scared of risk

Doing my thing since the digital disk

Yeah, that boy good, but he can't fuck with this Been making money, hand over fist

Keep it mello, boy, it's all in the wrist

Thank God for my natural gifts

Big gas in the joint that I twist

Whiplash, add your name to the list

Wood grain on the wheel that I grip

Couple chains and a piece from the thrift

All I need is a blunt and a brisk, All I need is a sprite and a spliff