Lyrics Pack - Xeni

I call up tyce told him send me a pack
and he know he gonna get it right back
He make it so fast like he on crack
I call up them broads and come through and back
I got an XD, don't carry a mag
I check in her face, her hand her my lap

You know what's on me, them racks on my back
You know where I be, you know where I'm at
I'm rockin' Celine, it's all on my hat
I'm fuckin' your bitch and I won't call her back

She sittin' on me and I'm in love with them racks
I hang with them scammers, we sendin' you packs
She lovin' on me, she eat like a snack
You talkin' on me, I call up my slacks

Want a cop you feat, better send me a rack
And I feel like Lil' Kodak, I'm sippin' on Yak
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sippin' on Yak
My eyes turn red, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can't fuck with niggas, these niggas be sped
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He talkin' that shit and I took off his dreads
He talkin' that shit and we fill em with lead

I'm fuckin' this bitch and you're lovin' my bread
Yeah
I'm all in your hoodie, you won't do shit to me
I feel like Lil' Gunna cause I'ma go push p

Come get your lil hoe, cuz she ain't where she supposed to be
You won't even blow up, you're not even close to me
Ayy, ayy, I ain't worried bout no bitch
Ayy, ayy, I ain't worried bout no shit

I keep it on with marcelo the wrist
She wanna fuck, but I don't want no kid
Yeah, you next to a star that you finna get dim
If im rolling a pack i'm not rolling with him

Shit Yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah
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Shit Yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah, Shit yeah
Yeah, that bitch wanna fuck like a holiday

And i keep my shit tucked in my cardigan
Yeah, that bitch think that she got me hard again
She wanna fuck, so I told that bitch, gotta dip
Need a Uber, bitch, so I'ma give it to her tip

Bitch, you fuckin' with Desiigner on the wrist
On the outside, bitch, and I'ma get a kicks
Said that nigga, yeah, he know he not the shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah