Текст песни Xd Out - TON Jayy

I hate when them niggas be talking bout money but they ain't getting no cash
Said that you was gone get some hundreds yo ass is broke you ain't got no bag
These niggas is sick that shit is getting sad
The baddest bitch I done already had
I be in my own lane but try me ima crash

He ran up on Jayy got his potato mashed
Bitch run up on me I bet you gone get smushed
Steady flexing yo pack bet I get yo shit took
Been stacking up money I like how it look
He still mad I ran off guess to him ima crook

But to me he just look like a stain
Seen my brother run off and he ain't do a thing
If I up with this fye you lift off like a plane
Told yo bitch I can't marry my name ain't Jane
Put him to sleep like my bitch when I hit her with that thang

Like I hit him with that pipe
When I up with this pole bet this bitch take his life
Made his ass get x'd out like they gave him a strike
He ain't come with a pole he was looking to fight

But he ran out of luck cause my niggas don't do that
They pull up with big switch and don't aim where they shoot at
They say I'm the new wave I been that with no durag
Dissing on Amber name that'll get yo whole crew whacked

I just smoke on some dope then I murder a beat
This lil bitch at my crib keep on murdering meat
I get tired of you talking chop put you to sleep
But I'm stacking up money I ain't worried about beef

And you know I got blicks I ain't worried bout shit
Better pray to the lord before reaching for my wrist
Opp mention my name check his ass off the list
I been smoking that dank his homie in my spliff
I had fucked that boy bitch he tryna drive off a cliff
Beat her pussy up quick then made her get a Lyft

Had to kick her out quick bitch you can't stay here
Bitch I said get out I know you heard me clear
I know you heard me clear cause I don't motherfucking stutter
In my face talking shit bitch just go get your brother
Ima put him in a pack and bring tears to your mother

When I'm out got a rack it don't matter the weather
I been said these niggas bitches need to get on my level
I heard yo homie be snitching paperwork say he telling
Now I'm going up quick niggas mad I'm prevailing

I don't be worried bout shit I'm getting money while I'm chilling
Dropping hit after after hit at this point im a veteran
True Religion my jacket you can tell by the leathering
When the check touch down break it down with my brethren
Got this thrax in my lungs and I know you been smelling it