[Verse 1: Scumah]
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Bitch got a tat’ in it
I got a lil’ hate, gotta trap in it
I got me some money, he tappin’ it
She got in my feelings, im lappin’ it (yeah)
Who you be leavin’ on who?
Leavin’ that bitch for a bitch like-
You a lil fake, you be talkin’ shit
Planned like its right, you a bop bitch
[Verse 2: Sosa]
Molly and percs, whatever you got
All my jewelry, yeah can’t be bought
Lil blessed that’s my real life twin
Scumah puttin’ his head ina box
Hit ‘em, leavin’ all my opps for dead
Came wit’ my shooter
Bet i’ll leave em for dead
XG bitch yeah wе MVP
Long live XG that’s my EP
[Verse 3: Sosa]
Drugs in my body lil bitch i’m num
Askin’ to run the 30s
Keep it pushin’ bum
Putting this lame in somе chrome
He not no top opp
Not even my opp ayy
[Bridge: Sosa]
XG bitch yeah we MVP
XG bitch yeah we MVP
XG bitch yeah we MVP
Long live XG that’s my EP
XG bitch yeah we MVP
XG bitch yeah we MVP
XG bitch yeah we MVP
Long live XG yeah that’s my EP
[Chorus: Scumah]
Whatever, huh whatever
Whatever, yeah whatever
Whatever, whatever
Over think of what you doing
Can’t it be right, what its wrong
You blockin’ my shit now its gone
Whatever, whatever
Whenever can i be with you?
You takin’ the wrongs, til’ its true
Im basically sayin’ its you
[Verse 4: Scumah]
I don’t give a fuck (yeah)
Caught me off guard by sum’
58 racks, bout’ nun’ (fuh)
I can’t give a shit about nun’ (yeah)
Give me sum’, yeah
I got her feeling sum’, yeah (yeah)
I got her feeling’ sum’
I got her feeling’ sum (yeah)
[Verse 5: Blessed]
Hunnid thousand spent that on
A birkin bag
XG pull up to your city in a brand new jag
Yeah i’m pourin’ up bitch dirty that cup
Me and scumah bitch we turnin’ it up
Makin’ hit after hit
It’s only fit after fit
Lil boy should’ve signed to the big XG
Yeah lil bitch we MVP
This shit was suppose to be VIP
[Verse 5: Scumah]
G-lock 19 bitch i’m runnin’ this shit
I got papers on papers, im runnin’ my clip
Got some stars on my wrist
My neck hanged on a- (huh)
I’m on my money yeah, im on my money
Cop me some purple
How fast am i runnin’?
Im shootin’ a bitch, if they ever confront me
Step on a jit, its really funny
I got M’s on one pocket im runnin’ on money
[Verse 6: Sosa]
Made a bag before i turnt 16
Cop me a lamb before 18
Fit all black this no rick fit
My fit all black this no rick fit, yuck
Brand new givenchy my wrist ayy
XG, boutta put him on the list ayy
Leaving that boy in a tundra
XG boutta’ make me a hundra