MIXXY ft. KayUpNext Lyrics

Like move tact, I'm on fifty

I can't fuck with that bitch she too mixxy

Shit get sticky, keep a sitchy

Like an hour, the glock holding sixty

And she love when I beat up the ussy

She a freak put the dick in her mouth

Ass fat tryna see how it bounce, like I can't fuck if she getting around

Like off the dusse she gon do what she do

Phone DND when I step in the booth

Drop the top ain't no roof on the coupe

Oh that's eddie? beat him out his shoes

Off filay I be touching the moon, like can't trust no bitch that's what?

Come here, I wanna rump

She a lil thotty keep shaking her butt

I'm the face of this shit, fuck all the dissing I'm tryna get rich like

For that bag ima blitz I got a baddie she toting the grip like

Told bro can't wait till we on, she a baddie she singing my songs

Beat it good she wet like a lake, you know my body baby watch your tone

And I see thru the envy and hate, I told my brothers we all gon be great

I get money I just caught a play, laugh to the bank everytime that I'm paid

Like these niggas lame, okay

Keep it on me no I'm never worried

Ooter with me he shoot like he 30

She off a yerky shorty moving sturdy

Spin thru, put the beam on his back now he thru

I'm off the liquor I'm loose, kay throw 5 I throw 10 back at you, like

Spin thru, put the beam on his back now he thru

I'm off the liquor I'm loose, kay throw 5 I throw 10 back at you, like

Call up jay told him pass me the sitch and we moving too tact tryna creep on the opps

Tryna run up you can catch a shot, adrenaline pumping itching for the knocks

And if I call up bando brodie set the drop

We gon hop out the v and start flaring the block

And starboy my brother you know he don't play that

He just be waiting to smoke a new opp

I ain't flock but I flock at the opps

Since young better live with the guap

And shorty a treesh I can't fuck with a thot

I'm in love with the bread I can't beat up your box

I'm a murderer kill instrumentals

And these niggas don't know what I been thru

Fuck all the opps niggas heard what I said too

Shoot out the foreigns we don't do the rentals

Like move tact, I'm on fifty

I can't fuck with that bitch she too mixxy

Shit get sticky, keep a sitchy

Like an hour, the glock holding sixty

And she love when I beat up the ussy

She a freak put the dick in her mouth

Ass fat tryna see how it bounce, like I can't fuck if she getting around

Like off the dusse she gon do what she do

Phone DND when I step in the booth

Drop the top ain't no roof on the coupe

Oh that's eddie? beat him out his shoes

Off filay I be touching the moon, like can't trust no bitch that's what?

Come here, I wanna rump

She a lil thotty keep shaking her butt