Lil X Lyrics

My new bitch

She got a lil temper

Got 2 personalities, Hannah Montana

Like toothpick, I get in the middle

I'm not sentimental

She "yessir", I'm General (Yeah yeah)

Lil hoe, she know I'ma dog

I eat bits and kibbles

I don't write, I scribble

I be with them animals, Doctor Dolittle

I put her in Prada of course, I be proud of her

I do too much, you niggas doin' too little

You going out sad 'bout a bitch

Where's the fiddle

I'm all in yo BM jaw

Like I do Dental

I'm all in yo baby mom, this bitch a rental

Twelve hundred

Yo stimulus check cost my denim

I'm rocking that Virgil and Louis that's principle

She showing me how it work

Feel like I'm mystical

I stopped eating meat, calamari and tentacles

Whoa

They plotted on me, so I started winning

They hate that I'm up

But that's none of they business

I don't give a fuck

Black Beatle like Lennon

I had to race to the bag like a relay

I'm running like Forrest Gump

Used to pinch penny

I'm from Chicago

We all carry sticks and them blicks

And we on that bullshit just like Benny

I got this extra sauce

My homie selling it soft

Don't do no tellin', yeah snitches get stitches

Leave you where we dropping you off

(Droppin' ya off)

Lil bitty bitches wan' come to the trenches

Might take her there on my day off

I just get money and stay out the fucking way

Pop a lil X, then I'm gone (Yeah)

My new bitch

She got a lil temper

Got 2 personalities, Hannah Montana

Like toothpick, I get in the middle

I'm not sentimental

She "yessir", I'm General (Yeah yeah)

Lil hoe, she know I'ma dog

I eat bits and kibbles

I don't write, I scribble

I be with them animals, Doctor Dolittle

I put her in Prada of course, I be proud of her

I do too much, you niggas doin' too little

You going out sad 'bout a bitch

Where's the fiddle

I'm all in yo BM jaw

Like I do Dental

I'm all in yo baby mom, this bitch a rental

Twelve hundred

Yo stimulus check cost my denim

I'm rocking that Virgil and Louis that's principle

She showing me how it work

Feel like I'm mystical

I stopped eating meat calamari and tentacles

Whoa

They plotted on me, so I started winning

They hate that I'm up

But that's none of they business

I don't give a fuck

Black Beatle like Lennon

I had to race to the bag like a relay

I'm running like Forrest Gump

Used to pinch penny

I'm from Chicago

We all carry sticks and them blicks

And we on that bullshit just like Benny

I got this extra sauce

My homie selling it soft

Don't do no tellin', yeah snitches get stitches

Leave you where we dropping you off

(Droppin' ya off)

Lil bitty bitches wan' come to the trenches

Might take her there on my day off

I just get money and stay out the fucking way

Pop a lil X, then I'm gone (Yeah)