X Rated ft. Blacdian The Don Lyrics

No please don't kill me Mr.Ghostface!

I wanna be in the sequel

He ain't on shit!

That nigga a bitch!

That's not his stick!

Yo pack in the air!

It's punching his lungs!

Big Steppa I'm running it up

I'm throwing these funds

Miss going insane!

Can't miss I got aim

Still in yo section

Don't gotta FN

He wanna eat

Chop give him seconds

I got a shawty

She got a best friend

Ion like FaceTime & don't do texting

Shawty a diva she always flexing

Top tier fashion, nigga I'm stepping

To many bitches to count I been fucking wit

You not a op, if you not even busting it

Niggas not eating, I'm taking they lunch

& they can't do the race

Cause they know I been running it

Shawty wan link, she came through in the morning

Whole lotta bitches wit me they performing

She get upset, if I don't hit her back

But her name in my phone is like no one important

All white Margiela's hell no they ain't forces

& I'm not gon force it

You niggas horse shit

I step in the game & you niggas should forfeit

This .45 a bull like a nigga was Jordan

I'm outside! Like here go the tech!

We top 5, TMB in the flesh

Like Popeyes! You niggas got breast

His Glock 9, gon give em the rest!

Like bye bye! Finna skrtt in the vett

You talk to me dumb, I'm alerting the vet

Wait hol up that's Saucy

Bro how I forget

She puffing on niggas, she high as a jet

Niggas know saucy I'm cold as a yeti

I'm high off this eating, like trying a eddy

She breaking my shit up she petty she petty

She got me on file, like Mani & Pedi

I'm going insane, bitch I'm raging for real

& I'm playing for greatness & ball like Shaquille

Don't hang wit no splinters, I keep me a shredder

My bandanna orange, wit April O'Neil!

Hockey mask on, wit stick like I'm Casey

Like Ellie & Juice I know why shawty hate me

I'm feeling my self, she can't wait to degrade me

Got rings on each finger, so call me Jay Brady

Crisscross then I shoot like I'm Tracy McGrady

Spitting the shit that they sold in the 80s

I'm sleeping on niggas, don't want y'all to wake me

Not playing no more I been hostile lately

You got me started like reving a engine

She ride & don't park it

Her license suspended

The kick on choppa fucking up my tendon

She bad as a bitch, I'm giving out detention

You know how I'm coming, I step in whatever

This V on my back is the new Vlone sweater Rageshit on the back of my Jersey

I'm balling like curry

I only see dollars replacing each letter

I know that's yo shawty, but I get her wetter

I drop me 10 bitches cause I needed better

She geek, when I tweak on the beat

Ima get her!

A freak in the sheets, ima beat it

She bitter

He ain't on shit!

That nigga a bitch!

That's not his stick!

Yo pack in the air!

It's punching his lungs!

Big Steppa I'm running it up

I'm throwing these funds

Miss going insane!

Can't miss I got aim

Still in yo section

Don't gotta FN

He wanna eat

Chop gave him seconds

I got a shawty

She got a best friend

Ion like FaceTime, don't do texting

Shawty a diva she always flexing

Top tier fashion, nigga I'm stepping

Boss nigga that's nothing like them

Drop one project

Still top 10

I got a habit

All I do is win

I got anger issues

I be pushing my pen

The bar is in hell cuz y'all gassing y'all niggas up

I ain't sparing no one

I don't give a fuck

Putting out heat

Like I'm on fire trucks

Me and Jay on they neck

We ain't letting up

Name not abe

We ain't linking

From Jersey but I still want Franklins

I need my green just like plankton

Think you harder than me?

Stop thinking

On my shit like Charmin

Man I'm a catch for real

She wan' make a movie

She can't take it

Just gon be a reel

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Been popping shit for a minute

Been running game like a scrimmage

Yeah

Keep on my chain when I'm it

Uh

All she gon see is my Tennis

Mm

Do what I want. I don't care

Ya jawn fell in love cuz I'm rare

See Em in person he scared

Only thing that gon save em is Prayer

Oh you hard?

HELL NAW

That nigga a bitch!

All this cap

Song still don't hit

Music weak

That boy can't spit

All this acting

Write a script

Need 6 feet

Y'all make me sick

I ain't going back and forth

Lil bitch

Get off my dick

He ain't on shit!

That nigga a bitch!

That's not his stick!

Yo pack in the air!

It's punching his lungs!

Big Steppa I'm running it up

I'm throwing these funds

Miss going insane!

Can't miss I got aim

Still in yo section

Don't gotta FN

He wanna eat

Chop give him seconds

I got a shawty

She got a best friend

Ion like FaceTime, don't do texting

Shawty a diva she always flexing

Top tier fashion, nigga I'm stepping