[Chorus: XOSCLUE]
Rock Cuban links I swear I can’t sink
Dripping and drowning that’s two different things
Princess cut diamonds and carpet from minks
The coupe it’s expensive four doors it got wings
Cooling the jet it takeoff and it sings
Dropping cold lines like its winter no spring
You swing while I swing
Everyone know that My trap is for kings
You lack what I bring
My flow is so elegant shooters benevolent
Swear we don’t miss shoot with a swish
You wanting the sun just look at my wrist
Tyfromthefuturr and Clue on the mix
Glock Nine in the wraith but my ruger it kicks
Kick in the door then re rock a brick
Air out the room my shooters won’t switch
That’s steady my clique Aye
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse: TyFromTheFuturr]
If you got a 30 case Then you snitch on 30 bitches, Steady telling lies Not speaking truths about your digits
I cannot stop moving Bitch always gotta fidget
Said I’m gonna get my money, Yeah my money? You should give it!
I rock designer That bitch is a whiner
Said you looking fine But bitch I’m looking finer
Ruling the principal Run like elliptical
My diamonds shine Like it’s sunny no digital
Swerve foreign cars I Drive in the rain
Do stupid shit Now they think I’m insane
Running with guns I put shots in your brain
All these rappers trash But bitch YRB flame
I just keep spitting My flow so immaculate
You do not get it You don’t know the half of it
Worked on my own So they called me a manualist, wanna be hard Little bitch is this calculus
I got the trap And I got my set
You know we will pop out Yes we are threat
Don’t be acting stupid Put guns to your head
I shoot my shot Now body rot, dead
You know it’s the gang And we on some shit
I pass my hoes All around to the clique
Don’t fuck with me Or I might steal your bitch
Granny’s on Xanny’s Pop Xans off a lick
[Chorus: XOSCLUE]
Rock Cuban links I swear I can’t sink
Dripping and drowning that’s two different things
Princess cut diamonds and carpet from minks
The coupe it’s expensive four doors it got wings
Cooling the jet it takeoff and it sings
Dropping cold lines like its winter no spring
You swing while I swing
Everyone know that My trap is for kings
You lack what I bring
My flow is so elegant shooters benevolent
Swear we don’t miss shoot with a swish
You wanting the sun just look at my wrist
Tyfromthefuturr and Clue on the mix
Glock Nine in the wraith but my ruger it kicks
Kick in the door then re rock a brick
Air out the room my shooters won’t switch
That’s steady my clique Aye