Project X

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, JakeSand) (Hokatiwi) [Verse 1: TrDee] Play your cards right I put on my new chain, it gave me a frost bite I put some niggas on, guess that was the boss in me That bitch kind of bad, but she kinda walk funny I kind of dislike these niggas music, shit weak And what you niggas wearing, I drift, this shit cheap That bitch'd probably come back tomorrow, it's not deep I thought you had my back, but you dim and I peeped I've been peeping vibes, keep yours unless it's good I can't go to bed until I roll me up a 'Wood We ain't gotta speak but I'ma hope you always good He wanna join the gang, told him go rob the plug [Verse 2: StanWill] Counting up my blessings, bitch, I'm fortunate Could play ARP or sting him with the scorpion Make it disappear, your bitch a sorceress Olympian, run 'em down with fire, bitch, I'm torching shit Semis, fullies, Remingtons, we got morе shots than Hooters do Barking like he bitе, I'm quick to have them killers neuter you Say it's up with us? I'm hopin' doggy got a super-suit Tripping in a Subaru, lil' bro and them be super through I had Cuddy spot up on his block, you know them hoopers shoot Your bitch say this Marni x Amiri make her cooter ooze She think I'm the hottest out but I just play it super cool If I call Militia, ain't no telling what my troopers do [Verse 3: BabyTron] Five years ago, they would've swore I wouldn't make it here Now I got 'em facing fears, don't you see me changing gears? Everyone that drops a hundred bullets, y'all gon' pay for tears Made it past my patient years, there's so much fucking pape' in here I probably blew five M's by now My ultra Gremlin tripping, he off five tens right now, and plus they pressed up Shit, you better grab a shield, helmet, plus a vest punk Shotter, he don't sip no liquor, but he stuck on red rum It was UniCC for the punches, Joker for the dumps All these hoes from high school got strollers in the bump My ex dead, shit, I'm finna roll her in the blunt Got it out the mud, picture a bunch of ogres in the hut [Verse 4: TrDee] Squad full of shooters, y'all scary, Halloween Watch what you say when you speaking on my team Chicken on me now, you want a leg or a wing? I be balling on 'em like I'm hooping for a ring When I seen that shit, man, I was mind blown Heard they took him out this Rollie, now his time gone You be crying 'bout a bitch I wouldn't slide on How you say you up and you ain't even put your guys on? [Verse 5: StanWill] BNB look like it's Project X with all these bitches twerkin' All these dirty cups up in the spot, we need some dish detergent I don't look at tax, if my bitch want it, then it's getting purchased How she cut into to me tryna fuck, I think this bitch a surgeon Always made the wave never did the surfing How I'm feeling, I might buy my bitch a Birkin You just gotta know I'm getting rich for certain Me and ganger pull up to his venue, then shit, it's curtains [Verse 6: BabyTron] Double barrel, this bitch kicking like it plays for Liverpool All it takes is point one to show you what this trigger do This life shit simple, gotta know it's win or lose Dog's a grade-A middle man, we call him interlude Bro ain't throw no ones, he turned the stripper blue East siding, me and Trapper, go ahead, let them tippers through Glitchy on the blicky, click the button hit the switcheroo Your name don't even weigh an ounce, boy, you Mr. Who? [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (Long live $cam) (That shit universal, you know?)