XO Lyrics

I'm way too quick for that sand

Got no class, she gon' dance

Highway to hell girl you gon' crash

Count fast when you move like that

I get high you get upset

Then we end up right back in that bed

She get loud and she gon' beg

I place my hand over my chest

I'm for that bag, uh I want it all

Magic Hallow on me with a star

Imagine, me you V12 with a charge

It's madness tats on my neck and my arm

Climate, two different metals in art

Stylish, but I could still break his jaw

I got fashion fuck what it cost throw it on

Clashin' hoodie on breakin' the law

They been tryna say I changed

'Cause I ain't the same as y'all

Fucked up, by the way

She wanna stay and that's why yo bitch mad

Don't say nothin'

I'm on DND when the sun fall let's go

I can't return no call

Shorty under my control

I got the swag I know

You goin' sad I know

No fake niggas in the circle gotta watch my soul

I slide, they slide, I know

Sippin' this drank I gotta go

I drip in the paint, your fashion is old

My hand is a chain, snatchin' her soul

What can I say it go down in the room

Gassed up

My life equal what the fuck

Don't like people show no love

That's why I'm solo nigga rollin' up

I been too nice

So I'll tell you to name a nigga in yo city

You know, I ain't better than

To be honest I'd settle for settlements

But they don't understand what I'm tellin' 'em

Damn, are we fuckin' up?

Man we dyin' as fast as we growin' up

Fuck it let's spin the block for a hunnid months

More than snakes in the grass you not one of us

That bitch sweet and soft like a honey bun

Savage greed, I need another one

Assassin's Creed, blade on my other arm

Money machine, It's never cuttin' off

I'm way too quick for that sand

Got no class, she gon' dance

Highway to hell girl you gon' crash

Count fast when you move like that

I get high you get upset

Then we end up right back in that bed

She get loud and she gon' beg

I place my hand over my chest

I'm for that bag, uh I want it all

Magic Hallow on me with a star

Imagine, me you V12 with a charge

It's madness tats on my neck and my arm

Climate, two different metals in art

Stylish, but I could still break his jaw

I got fashion fuck what it cost throw it on

Clashin' hoodie on breakin' the law