X-HAIL Lyrics

To be blunt, send the blunt

So we up, till we stuck

If you suck, then you fucked

Need the luck, instead of cups

You got loud, playa has

You rolled it up, run it up

Fake the real, I can't make it up

I'm high, but playa, I can't take enough

You got loud, but playa has you rolled enough

Switching sides, vocalize, turn my double up

Harmonize, double down, it's a homicide

Microphone done, lost all it's lives

30 pieces, it's Ramadan in Lebanon

Waterfall Rawan, yeah

On this side, ay, ay

On this side, overdose on words on this song

Like I don't know what the fuck I'm on

I got killers on the way

I got spitters, no delay

I got iller flavors, pick a way

Pick a flavor, pick a chase

Picking what you do today, reality

Picking at my brain, pick a strain

Pick a name, then pick again

Choose and pick, ay, no truth to pick

Ain't no truth to fix, I'm just choosing picks

Like I'm choosing liqs, now I'm setting picks

Selecting my picks, screening fucking pricks

To be blunt, send the blunt

So we up, till we stuck

If you suck, then you fucked

Need the luck, instead of cups

You got loud, yeah, yeah

Playa has you rolled enough

Run it up, fake the real, I can't make it up

I'm high, but playa, I can't take enough

You got loud, but playa has you rolled enough

Finesse on the beat, no surrender, no retreat

I don't know defeat, I don't know defeat

Finesse on the beat, no surrender, no retreat

I don't know defeat, I don't know

Buckets, buckets, all I get are buckets

Like I'm Jimmy G, uh, the heat is at 100

Hunting, hunneds, so I keep it 200

Stunting stunting race me while I run it

Ay, tuck and spin, ay, dunking buckets

Cycle then repeat, clutch I am

Up again, fighting till we be

Within 10, dunk on him, never giving him peace

Cause there's too much to win, still drowning in sin

Like I'm selling keys, my birds don't make a tweet

Chirping something green, and maybe it's not weed

It's from a money tree, ay, taking back it's leaves

Rake in something sweet, and that's a joke to me

Switching sides, vocalize, turn my double up

Harmonize, double down, it's a homicide

Microphone done, lost all his lives

30 piece like Ramadan in Lebanon, Waterfall Rawan? yeah

Yeah, on this side

Ay, ay, on this side

On this side

Ay, ay, ay

To be blunt, send the blunt

So we up, till we stuck

If you suck, then you fuck

Need the luck, instead of cups

Ah, ah, you got loud

Playa, has you rolled enough

Run it up, fake the real, I can't make it up

I'm high, but playa, I can't take enough

You got loud, but playa, has you rolled enough

Ay, ay, like I'm Jimmy G

Heat is at 1 hunned, yeah, 1 hunnid

So I keep it 200, like I'm Jimmy G

The G is for get buckets