DX

Lyrics

[Chorus] I know it's been a minute since you mentioned it Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me Couldn't talk to my momma, it fucked with me mentally I fuck with Brando, you know we got that history Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free Like fuck what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me He try to get to know me, I think he the feds He try to run off on me, he got that flip Got the drop on that nigga, now that nigga dead Put that nigga on the fittеd, he extra Heard thе nigga trippin, his bitch will get stretched We gon' come for your neck, my niggas they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX [Verse] Woah, I just got a text I'm finna go fuck on your hoe, woulda thought it was demand Ha, you shouldn't have fucked with Lil Xan, huh, Big Xan I get to the money, you know that I am Say you get money, but never at the bank Fake scripts and you sippin' fake drank Skippin' classes, I was skippin' the states Know I was down for you, whole lot on my plate Play with the gang then I'm uppin' the rate Me and Brando, yeah, we uppin' the Wraith Sippin' medicine cause' I love the taste Givin' me face, it's givin' her faith Lil baby eat me up just like a buffet Whatever I do I can't move with no hate These niggas too slow, needa' pick up the pace [Chorus] I know it's been a minute since you mentioned it Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me Couldn't talk to my momma, it fucked with me mentally I fuck with Brando, you know we got that history Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free Like fuck what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me He try to get to know me, I think he the feds He try to run off on me, he got that flip Got the drop on that nigga, now that nigga dead Put that nigga on the fitted, he extra Heard the nigga trippin, his bitch will get stretched We gon' come for your neck, my niggas they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX