X b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
sh*t, that's a dead- see my ex b*tch, that's a dead b*tch, uh

[Chorus]
Said my ex b*tch, that's a dead b*tch
Call her, toe-tag
New b*tch got Chanel flats, that's a toe tag
Pull up off the lot, skkrt skkrt, came with no tags
I'm a hot boy, so guess what, I pay cold cash
It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas
Hit a day shift, like blue flame, throw some mo' cash
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
It's a Soss world, got her twеrkin', roll some mo' gas (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I'm speakin' mеlodic she fall for my game (yeah yeah yeah)
My sneakers exotic, yeah I switch up the resident (huh?)
Smokin' on runtz, they smokin' on peppermint (ha)
The man of my resident
Big 45 take down a elephant (woah)
Tell by the pocket of Jeffersons, yeah
f*ck on a hoe like we wrestlin', yeah
Shout out my 'migo, my Mexican, yeah
Walk in LIV still got my weapon in
Hoes up in falis (?)
Don't embarrass your self they be callin' me papi (papi)
She top me off after the sushi
I think she was drunk off the sake (woah)
I told her to savor it, huh
f*ckin' this money up, n*gga not savin' it (nasty)
Make her f*ck on all my partners, my n*gga that sh*t ain't debatable
Run a train like a road rail
Majorly pitch you a hold bound (ah)
Runnin' bands up and I post bail
I'll never sit up in a cold cell (yeah)
My main b*tch on my hotel, she caught us creepin' out a hotel (what?)
[Bridge 1]
I'm like Oh well, yeah
I'm like Oh well

[Chorus]
Said my ex b*tch, that's a dead b*tch
Call her, toe-tag
New b*tch got Chanel flats, that's a toe tag
Pull up off the lot, skkrt skkrt, came with no tags
I'm a hot boy, so guess what, I pay cold cash
It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas
Hit a day shift, like blue flame, throw some mo' cash
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas (yeah)

[Verse 2]
I told her to roll it up (roll it)
Ten blunts in and we ain't smoke enough
Her face in the sheets while I'm strokin' her, yeah
I'm poppin' the top like a coconut
You n*ggas a joke to us (forreal)
Call a hit and I po' a mimosa up
Youngboy come through and he loaded up
Shoot ya sh*t from ya chest and ya shoulda up
Little ass kids to me, yeah
Call my n*ggas, make a play, and they blitz for me (woah)
With the sax and I ended in Tiffany's (woah)
Not the gift for me, I had your ho (sure)
Yeah bring some waters and make sure they cold (sure)
Weigh dem sips up and make sure they o's (sure)
I go deaf when it come to them folks
f*ckin' thots to all of the shows (ha)
Had my di*k on the fangs of the ho
Yeah I know I be doin' the most
Over brunch still toastin' mimosas
And my glory like I signed in with Sosa
Tank top and I'm rockin' the choker
Rock it up and put it under the sofa, huh
[Bridge 2]
Yeah, these n*ggas chocha
My young n*ggas move ferocious

[Chorus]
Said my ex b*tch, that's a dead b*tch
Call her, toe-tag
New b*tch got Chanel flats, that's a toe tag
Pull up off the lot, skkrt skkrt, came with no tags
I'm a hot boy, so guess what, I pay cold cash
It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas
Hit a day shift, like blue flame, throw some mo' cash
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
Mike Amiri denim, racks in 'em and they so sad
It's a Soss world, got her twerkin', roll some mo' gas

[Outro]
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)