loot - xtsy* lyrics
[intro]
two white shooters they hang with their cousins
buckshot came with a muzzle
sending that n*gga straight home to his mother
ha!
[pre*chorus]
i did a hit in a hijab
send him straight to allah during ramadan
he said he not tryna eat in the daytime
i gave him hollow tips since eating em’ breakfast
horseback riding
look like she doin recitals
shooting not reading the bible
rate of survival
percentage dropping the hours
i’m never cuffed, never titled
{chorus]
you and your n*ggas be moving like diddy
hmph
like hoes no id cities
lil n*gga be praying on minors
ew
pull up to the show, get litty
n*ggas try to call me out on my name
cause i’m rockin’ that h*llo kitty
(okay)
two glocks, got em side by side, point it at you
lil n*ggas come shoot out with me
{hook]
my n*ggas muzzle the d*mn mouth
blow up the whole house
reload it, then crouch
twenty*five bullets, i got ’em in two pouches
chop up a n*gga, then takin’ the loot out
swing with a hook, then i’m knockin’ the tooth out
high in the party, i’m smokin’ that boof’ out
swervin’ the wheel of the whip with the opps on the block
i swear to god i’m takin’ the crew out
[verse]
look over my shoulder, where nick at?
shooter behind me, don’t look back
tory lanez throwin’ hits where your legs at
we throwin’ shots where his head at
tighten a couple of screws in the head cap
i think i’m goin’ insane with my dreads at?
(bow bow)
that was the sound of my get back
he gettin’ up told my shooter go bet that up
okay, i think i needed to breathe or break up
comin’ in straight to the crib, i’m breakin’
legs in the back, said her body’s shakin’
that n*gga on some (no) timing
i get inside of my bag, i’m rhymin’
she tryna say she not thot, she lyin’
she lookin’ good in her face, i’ll buy it
nevermind, not buying nothin’ at all
i said that i wanna link
and that i’m pulling up
and she answer with nothin’ but drawls
n*ggas say, “give with the beats”
i said, “it’s a bet, hold on, ’cause i’m makin’ a call”
n*gga went back out the door
left him on the road
n*gga got hung with no clothes
sh*t, pause
{bridge]
creepin’
had the back door open, i walked in
got a couple groupies, they from london
feel like drake chop, givin’ one dance
n*gga back*doored by his own man
and i’m hopin’ it’s still open
got my hands pressed, ’cause i’m still hopin’
he gon’ swallow a hollow, he still chokin’
you can chat all you want, you got no tokens
had to pass up to the hoes ’cause they both broken
two dyk* lil twins and they both totin
she assumin’ position, it’s still open
[outro]
ha, yeah, she knowin’ what’s up
i double my cup
releasing a nut
a couple of addicts, they slippin’ on fentanyl
dunking like giannis i play for the bucks
if its up then its stuck
i feel like a hilbil’
slidin’ around in a big back truck
we slidin’ around with the red flags right in the back
them n*ggas know that it’s us
yah
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