Kurxxed Emeraldz (Alt Version)

Lyrics

[Part 1] [Intro] Hear-hear— I make-I make songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em Make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em Make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em Make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em I'm on the other side of fear, I want to fucking disappear That boy busting here on the one though, no V though (That kid over there, he got what—) And shе sexy— Uh [Verse] Everything is fucking pointless (JEWELXX), I'm not еven really here I make these songs for you to hear and niggas bare—, fuckin'— O-O-other side of fear, I want to fucking disappear I barely fit in with my peers, I ain't been happy in some years You always fuck with niggas, ho, my niggas know that you a thot You a bitch we got the drop, on your ass, you gettin' popped Yeah, your ass be gettin' shot, my nigga swipe your fucking head off Won't tell what about they sayin', and you think I'm fuckin' playin'? Ain't nobody fucking playin', shorty hit my phone again And that bitch mad, I'm born to win, I'm back on it now, but I'm doin' it again Pull up to the house, it's your home again, I ain't call no one Ain't no holding a band I'm in your crib, hoe got no top on, like nigga I'm up in ya' bed [Part 2] [Intro] Fuckin'- fuckin'— Songs for you-for you-for you Barely fuckin'-fuckin' Songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em I make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em [Verse] Maserati, ride with a trident on the front AR in the passenger, another AR in the trunk I pulled up into the park just so I can roll a boof Bruh, I'm good, I don't want to hit your skinny ass blunt In the hood, campin' out, jumpin' out if you fled Tryna run and you done, you get shot in the back Taking pics with that gun, nigga, that's not your strap On the net making threats, nigga, that's fucking whack Tryna trip in the club, nigga, your ass get clapped 'Cause your bitch in the bed, how you feel about that? Niggas fake, niggas crip, I don't fuck with the act I just stick to the script, and I flip for the racks And this thick looking bitch who be smart to the crib She in the passenger, yeah, she eating dick, need a bib See an opp, I'ma make a mess like I'm eating ribs She like, "Axx, boy, I love your ass, can I get a kiss?" Fuck a watch, I don't fuck with time, got a empty wrist [Outro] I make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em I make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em I make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em I make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em I make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em I make these songs for you to hear and niggas barely fucking hear 'em