X Ta C Lyrics

I roll up biscotti

I love when she naughty

I'm rolling off flavors

I smell like gelatti

They keep snapping pictures

Like the paparazzi

I got them mad

I'm blowing up kamikaze

I see with a clear view

How they wishy washy

Can carry the heavy load

Don't need to spot me

It's mission impossible

You cannot stop me

I put in that overtime training

Like Rock Lee

An underdog people's champ

Feel like I'm Rocky

I'm all bout the bucks

I have bucks like Milwaukee

A dose of my music

Hype you up like coffee

My wife is too bad

Dominatrix she bossy

Cast away lost in the sea

If you cross me

Does all the hating

Ever get exhausting?

This pistol It packs a punch

For the ones plotting

They claim to be hard

But be softer than cotton

Salute to the real ones

You're never forgotten

I stay on my grind

My eyes glued to the paper

If you sneak diss

At your head like a taper

I'm on the rise

Kinda like escalator

Can add it up quick

Just like a calculator

My lyrics cause dents

In your brain like a crater

Have perfect delivery's

Like a food cater

Let them keep hating

I motivate haters

I took the long way up

You took elevators

A currency junkie

In love with the paper

Rolling off paper planes

But I'm the pilot

They trying move snaky

But cannot disguise it

King of the waves

You should call me Poseidon

I stay in the field

Promise I do hiding

My niggas like

Baseball players

They be sliding

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