SINCERELY, XEN

Lyrics

[Intro] Tired of these (...) while I rise up (...) from the H but I don't clutch on the styrofoam I'm wired up, bitch I'm fired up, send em... ay Ay, ay, ay hol' up, ay wassup Ay, ay, hol' up, wassup, ay, ay [Verse] Niggas throw us out, knowing motherfucking well I inspired em I'm tired of them niggas talking down while I rise up Yeah I'm from the H, but I don't clutch on the styrofoam I'm wired up, bitch I'm fired up, send them firetrucks Xen, I dropkick a nigga off a hoverboard Go to court, get the case dismissed, shoutout my lawyer, boy I hold the toy, had to sell it down while I wrote this for your friend Hypebeast, SoundCloud faggot, fucking internet wave-riding Cowabunga surfer boy Septum piercing, skinny jeans saggin', motherfucking punk Clone-ass, Karo four-pouring, Instagram posting, follow-ratio-obsession-ass motherfucking niggas Say, man you got me pissed Every time I be online I see the same fucking shit Bitch, quit asking me to fucking feature on some shit Cause you know I'm feeling heat, you just want up in the mix Fuck is this? Fuck you think I am? Fuck you thought this was, boy? Love, I got none, cause no love was shown to me Dumb bitch, run when you see me in your club Getting buck with enough energy to flip a hundred fucking trucks [Outro] Bitch, you feel me Bitch I know you feel me Bitch I know you feel me