From the X Lyrics

Harmonizing

Nah, fuck that

This ain't some singing shit

Prayed for this shit, bought me a whip

Liquor in my solo, I'm taking a sip

VVS all on my neck and wrist,

Applying the drip, never hiding from shit

"I ain't ever front on Kobe" now we gon lie in this bitch

You know that it's over, if send them over, my brothas excited to clip

Yeah, they know I could spit

Walk in the party, we all gettin lit in this bitch

Never gon trip, smoking gelato, it's bussin, I rolled up this shit, got me high like a blimp

My shit is timeless, set a reminder, locate your shorty, think that I found her

Don't want no downer, will never go down her

I wake up and smell up on all the flowers

You done did no change, turn ya life to a movie and shoot it in close range

They can not stop it, fly like a rocket, 100 in pocket, but, to me, that is chump change

Fuck on your person of interest, now when she see me she stand at attention

I'm from the BX where niggas will snatch you for snitching my nigga, so don't get offended

We counting this money, if you think that it's funny, pull through to ya district

God is my witness, you can't predict this, all of my niggas is different

Ya niggas be watching, and they be talking but don't wanna sit down to chop it

Now tell me what's poppin?? I'm making this bread and don't plan on stoppin, choppa don't get tired of choppin

Stars in the roof put out the fire my nigga, I just lit up the booth

Don't make a move, you not on my level my nigga, to you I have nothin to prove

Damn it I'm smooth, don't go against me, if you do I promise you'll lose

Best mind your P's, got niggas that'll shoot you on queue(Q)

What you tryna do, been keepin my cool

Me and my niggas walk around with a tool

If I let em loose, they snatch up ya chain, ya name, Moncler or ya Goose

My nigga you choose

I got the sauce, niggas is salt I walk around like the boss

Ain't no skipped or no pause my niggas is always on go

I hope that you know, I'll send you back, nothin like a throw (throwback)

My nigga don't come to my state, you'll end up on my plate

Been through the struggle, ain't shit I can't take

I am so lyrical, haven't yet reached my pinnacle

Shot to the face

BOW

Shit got too critical