X-RAY ft. T Hundred Lyrics

Damn, skurt

Skurt skurt

Yeah damn

Aye damn, its Tom aye' damn

Wait uh, and I'm still posted on the 9 lil' bitch aye damn

Pullup, I got time aye uh damn yeah damn

I see through these niggas (Uh wait) x-ray uh

You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays

You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid

Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed

Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays

Now you in a daze, every dog got his day

They like do he got it on him, uh always

And I up my cash so I got my own raise

Damn uh

And I up my cash up

Ran up all these bands, now I got my bag up (Uh wait)

Back up, boy you betta back up

You don't want me spazz in this bitch and act up

You don't want my niggas pull up in a black truck

Run up in ya crib and bitch we all masked up

Strapped up, get down on the floor and bet nobody act tuff

Or you gon' get smoked and now yo' ass ashed up (Damn damn)

What are you really gon' do? (Damn)

Whatchu gon' ride wit' ya' crew? (Damn)

Den' you gon' die wit' em' too (Damn)

Get put in the sky wit' em' too (Aye) now you get fly wit' em' too (Damn)

Get turned into pack uh wait, we gotta' get high off em' too

I see through these niggas (Uh wait), x-ray uh

You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays

You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid

Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed

Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays

Now you in a daze, every dog got his day

They like do he got it on him, uh always

And I up my cash so I got my own raise (Damn)

Honestly, I'm not wit' the extra, all that bullshit

Bro be spinin' out crashin', now he on some fuck shit

Yea' we took it there, I walk down I'm tryna' spark shit

We send yo' ass below, stop yo' stupid ass from talking shit

X-ray, why they did that?

Got up outta' line, and you know that you ain't on that

All my enemies, yeah you know I'm tryna kill that

And you know I stay wit' that, and they know I ain't goin' for that

X-ray ya' noggin, I don't know what the fuck wrong wit' that

Might just send my niggas out, know they on that

Better use ya thinking cap, for' you lose that

Got up in my bag, I need a lot of that

Try to send a blitz, know I gotta' stop that

I see through these niggas (Uh wait) x-ray uh

You blowing my phone bitch I'm tryna' catch plays

You ain't talking money bitch I'm tryna' get paid

Paint you like a picture, you run up you get glazed

Wait get blazed, get hit wit these rays

Now you in a daze, every dog got his day

They like do he got it on him, uh always

And I up my cash so I got my own raise (Damn)