XIX ft. M Dizz Lyrics

See, I'm nice to understand, but you crossed me, I made plans

I should punch you in your face and I'll call you Ray Bans

I'm a petty motherfucker, it's too late to shake hands

It's my potential, so they can't get close to me

Honestly, I don't know nobody who ain't no close to me

Million dollar check for twenty-two, that's how it's supposed to be

We got that grill preset, if you really want to be broke

Got that chopper in his pocket, they gon' pop it long for me

I love it when a bitch will knock my bitch out like she mad at me

I think that he was shit in school, but now nigga a clown

Now, we'll speak up, make it vibrate, feel the surround sound

I know God got me to the top and we gon' be alright now

She got a bummer on her D, I assume she a big sight

I don't give a fuck a ho, I just want me a big back

Trapped, slapped so hard, I'm givin' them whiplash

Shit, I might've went for you, girl, I don't know, you might be

But if it's money that you're after, that's highly unlikely

Bro, I'm here right now, what the fuck you mean, up next

What I said, she ain't really take that shit real lightly

But if it's bedrub, sex, I'm hoppin', don't mic me

Hot 97s on, bro, I'm feelin' like Funk Flex

And I'm smokin' Cali Bunga while these copped up M-Discs

When these ones around me, I won't stop until I got some

All your bitches fake, I don't know why I don't make love

So I just fuck them, then I bounce or I'll die before I love one

Boy, you ain't no threat, we don't respond to all that gun talk

All her fuckin' thotties, it's the reason she don't trust me

And I think she lyin' when she sayin' that she love me

Know I'm not the money, but my demons ain't to play with

Haters always watchin', actin' like my friends, nah

Been blowin' so fast, I'm hopin' I don't crash, nah

Been blowin' so fast, I'm hopin' I don't crash, nah

You know you lied to me, and I know I lied to you

I know that I just hurt you bad, but, girl, I wasn't tryin' to

Me and her, like psycho lover, like Chucky and Tiffany

I done stopped swimmin' Codeine, I know it was killin' me

I just hit the 258, droppin' hard, tryna do a mixtape

Fuck's sake, I've just seen the Drakes

Now I've gotta do the great escape on the next estate

On the money, make money a day, smokin' haze

Now I got UKs, straight flav, shoutout ML

He a stig like Denzel, no rental

Never heard this beat, but I'ma still do it clean

Do this rap shit with ease, earnin' them Gs

Catch me in that fleas, collectin' sheets

That bitch a beatin' the leap

I prefer servin' them fiends

Gettin' the cream, stove, lettin' off steam

If I need them peas, I give the lemons a squeeze

If you're askin' bout wheeze, I'm bangin' pilky 360 degrees

Yo, back on the 11 block, hittin' seven shots

That's mad prof off the bad box

Gave no toss, took that loss

Came back like a boss, savin' up that guap

It's nonstop, full pop, you didn't hit my spot

You didn't hit my dot

So best calm down before you get dropped

I don't do tings like Nike

Recon pricey, they ain't like me

I got the phone like ringin

Got it straight stingin

From all the packs that I bringin

But I still come through whippin

No kiddin', I can really send a kid missin

But I got a double up, fuck

Now I gotta keep it tucked

Cause I got them opps on my case

But fuck it, I'ma still hit it off at Mace