XTC
Lyrics
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
She sent me a text
I'm boutta go flex
I'm boutta go flex
I'm makin' these bricks
I'm makin' these checks
Never or less
Make it a mess
When I'm off the X
I gotta confess
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
Yeah
Jump out the window, woah, woah
I'm a drug dealer, woah, woah
We only get litter, woah, woah
Yeah
Like NAV bitch gimme a minute
Like NAV bitch gimme a minute
Better go wait till I'm finished
I get it, I get it, I get it
305 to my city
Shoutout to motherfuckin' Drizzy
Droppin' these bangers like Twizzy
We always hittin' ain't missin'
You comin' through with a diss, track
Snithchin' on us, no dispatch
Hit your ass with the blick
Target down with the glick
Sah, pull up with a stick
Sah, pull up with a stick
Sah, pull up with a stick
Aaah
Aaah
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
She sent me a text
I'm boutta go flex
I'm boutta go flex
I'm makin' these bricks
I'm makin' these checks
Never or less
Make it a mess
When I'm off the X
I gotta confess
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
Yeah
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
She sent me a text
I'm boutta go flex
I'm boutta go flex
I'm makin' these bricks
I'm makin' these checks
Never or less
Make it a mess
When I'm off the X
I gotta confess
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
Yeah
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
She sent me a text
I'm boutta go flex
I'm boutta go flex
I'm makin' these bricks
I'm makin' these checks
Never or less
Make it a mess
When I'm off the X
I gotta confess
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
Yeah
Jump out the window, woah, woah
I'm a drug dealer, woah, woah
We only get litter, woah, woah
Yeah
Like NAV bitch gimme a minute
Like NAV bitch gimme a minute
Better go wait till I'm finished
I get it, I get it, I get it
305 to my city
Shoutout to motherfuckin' Drizzy
Droppin' these bangers like Twizzy
We always hittin' ain't missin'
You comin' through with a diss, track
Snithchin' on us, no dispatch
Hit your ass with the blick
Target down with the glick
Sah, pull up with a stick
Sah, pull up with a stick
Sah, pull up with a stick
Aaah
Aaah
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
She sent me a text
I'm boutta go flex
I'm boutta go flex
I'm makin' these bricks
I'm makin' these checks
Never or less
Make it a mess
When I'm off the X
I gotta confess
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
Yeah
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
Oooooooh
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
She sent me a text
I'm boutta go flex
I'm boutta go flex
I'm makin' these bricks
I'm makin' these checks
Never or less
Make it a mess
When I'm off the X
I gotta confess
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
I'm off the X
Yeah
Writer(s): Patrik Vyslocký, Re Mark
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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