Pop the trunk, I open up
I sold my soul for a good price, outta sight
And my ho got talent, right?
Whole squad ran through that shit, yikes
I'm a business man, I did my business, damn
And I'ma bend it down, then I'ma lick her up
And then dick her down, she gon' turn around
Then I'ma kick her out, she gon' talk that shit, but still
How you make it up? How you fake a love?
Holy son, I was the chosen one
I'm sippin' out the grail, she don't kiss and tell
She keep my wishes well, I don't need her, well
How my enemy a friend of me?
Why y'all feed off of my energy?
Like I ain't dead yet, higher entity
Foreign bitch that think she into me
Whip the foreign very viciously
Why these dudes wanna take pics with me?
She gay, but she still into me
She gay, but still into me
Said, she hate that I'm in the streets
And I hate that I'm in the streets
I wanna blow up and make history
She hates my Insta' feed
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
And Xans gon' betray you
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
Xans gon' betray you
♪
And her pussy tastes like Skittles, what?
Like you can really taste the rainbow, what?
Your bitch just like a Crayola, what?
You draw her on the table, flip her like some yola
Heart-shaped kisses, I really miss my mistress
And six-six-six, evil bitches want my mentions
Heart-shaped kisses, really miss my mistress
And it's six-six-six, evil bitches want my mentions
♪
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
And Xans gon' betray you
Xans don't make you
Xans gon' take you
Xans gon' fake you
Xans gon' betray you
And I hope you never wake up
'Cause we're better off dead and gone
And the thoughts are all 'bout letting go
'Til the time came when to blow up