Lyrics Fame - Xelishurt

Lovin these hoes bitch, got different flavors
Yeah I am a villian not hero, can't save her
Walk through my crib bitch everything paid for
Look at my shoes this christian to die for
All of my homies and bros I would die for
All of the shit in my pocket you'd die for
Pull out a rifle extended you die more
Hating on niggas you really should die whore

Walk in this bitch yeah i cut with my chopstick
Nevermind using my axe cause I chop shit
Might pull out the glocky cause i gotta pop shit
My bitch is asian i eat her like pot stick
Running through the map yeah i'll gas you like caustic
Yeah she drippin so wet cause she leaky like faucet
And she call me a jedi cause I let the force hit
King size my mattress but you sleep on floors bitch
I think i'm fucked up i'm sippin on coors bitch
I see the future i'm opening doors bitch
Your pockets are weak and you couldn't endorse this
Never could force this
What's next on the list man it's diamonds and porsches
Check the horses
Teaching these niggas i'm running a course bitch
You gettin straight a's in this shit like a dork bitch
And i'll pick up his hoe like i'm usin a forklift

And you poor bitch
Yeah i'll cook on the beat like it's pork bitch
And you tappin right out that's your forfeit
And you runnin straight out let the door hit
And i'll cut through that nigga like bork hit
And i'll pick up his bitch like a fork lift
Yeah i'm turning these pussies to corpses
And that bitch pass the code like it's morses
New whip from Japan it got horses

Diamonds and rings that I flex in your face bitch
Lookin real jealous well i'm in your way bitch
Take up the space got a whip like a space ship
Moving these pounds and these bricks cause my weight hit
Yeah i'm looking at you all the time that you wasted
Still in my dms and begging for placements
Yeah my life like a movie man so many places
I walk in the store and it's more money wasted

Got me trippin like acid
I might pass it
Hittin this song like a bitch cause i mac'd it
It's a drum mag bitch with the hollows i'm stackin
Look at the heat in the steal that i'm packin
Thick little shawty in the crib, eat like pac man
Run through the city in swag like i'm batman
I'm throwin out bands from the seat of the lap dance
My pockets is hungry got bape it's my fat pants
And you broke like her back did, shoutout napvid
Cookin a beat while a nigga stay snappin
Yeah my pistol I packed it, you just whacked it
Kick back relax cause a nigga stay nappin
And i'm fuckin that bitch cause her nigga stay fappin
You think it's so funny and act like it ain't happin
That it bitch uh, its a wrap man
Live in the sewer you look like the rat man