PIRATE lyrics

(Intro: xaviersobased & elibanss)
Oh he talkin hot, pull up on em, and he running
Evil smirk up on my face, you know I'm up to something
Yeah I got on me, Imma up it, and I'm bussin'
Yeah my n**** Ksuuvi off a perc, and he buggin (Yo Ren, stop playing with these n****'s man)
See that sh*t up on ya shoes, I spent on my drank
You see that sh*t you rap about, I really got it on my waist
Never love a b*tch, finna get it tatted on my face
Talkin'-
I'm 34 years old, and I'm dying
Yo Ren, what the f*ck we doing?

(Verse 1: xaviersobased)
Walk up in the store and all these b*tches tryin' love me
Walk up in the club, and all thesе b*tches tryin' f*ck me
All I do is make music, and skatе, boy I love it
Walk up in this b*tch with 2 poles, and I'm like "f*ck it"
This b*tch is like "Oh that's Xav, I wanna f*ck him"
Walk into the function with the fake, yeah McLovin
Oh yeah, I got Zay to my right, boy don't bug him
All these n****'s say they gettin' money, boy that's nothing
Oh that n**** talkin'? Uh-
Oh he talkin hot, pull up on em, and he running
Evil smirk up on my face, you know I'm up to something
Yeah I got on me, Imma up it, and I'm bussin'
Yeah my n**** Ksuuvi off a perc, and he buggin
Yeah he buggin'
If you think you finna, uh-
Oh you think you finna get a feat for free? Well then boy you buggin'
Yeah, lil shawty on my body, she with me and b*tch we f*ckin'
If I got the pole on me then Imma up it
Up it on n****, hell nah it's no discussion, uh
Yeah you know I get the bag, and then I run it up
Yeah you know I get the bag, and then I run it up
Get the bag, b*tch I run it
Uh, get the bag, b*tch I run it, aye
(Verse 2: elibanss)
Throw it up, you see all the b*tches grab the cake
I got yo b*tch in my pants tryin' grab the snake
N****'s talkin sh*t, I hit the whip, and then I grab the drake
I'ma c*ck it back, and flip gang like a milkcrate
See that sh*t up on ya shoes, I spent on my drank
You see that sh*t you rap about, I really got it on my waist
Never love a b*tch, finna get it tatted on my face
Talkin' down on the clip, put a bullet in ya brain
b*tch we in the city droppin' fours in the f*ckin' Range
Shoutout Tenkay, drugs f*ckin' up my f*ckin' brain
I feel like detergent, n**** you a f*ckin' stain
You know I be swervin', and stay in my damn lane
b*tches call me Papi in the party, poppin' champagne
Rich n****'s to the right, and killers to my left
I got steez in my soul, I'ma swag til my death
Talk down, up a 556 to ya chest

(Outro: xaviersobased)
Walk up in the store and all these b*tches tryin' love me
Walk up in the club, and all these b*tches tryin' f*ck me
All I do is make music, and skate, boy I love it
Walk up in this b*tch with 2 poles, and I'm like "f*ck it"
This b*tch is like "Oh that's Xav, I wanna f*ck him"
Walk into the function with the fake, yeah McLovin
Oh yeah, I got Zay to my right, boy don't bug him
All these n****'s say they gettin' money-