Текст песни freestyle - imjustxl feat. otscamo

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

Just like I'm Teen X
I'm off of the drugs (xman)
Shawty said I'm way too fly, she showing me love (yeah)
I was countin' up bands, I was running it up
We had shot at your mans, now he fly with the doves
I'm shooting .556, .223's it won't miss (huh)
All black Prada my hat, all black Prada my bitch (Prada my what?)
Balenciaga Boots, I could step inside the trenches
My name all on her booty, but I won't make her Mrs. (nah, huh huh)

My money dumb, my money stupid
If you seen the way I make that chopper work, you know I ain't the one to fool with
Two years ago I made Enormity yeah, I was too lit
Lil shawty said "Be my man Xay," huh, nah I'm coolin'
Lil shawty was all in my pants, Lil shawty was grabbin' my dick
I put an all black fit on, just to pop my shit (huh, pop my shit)
VETEMENTS pants (VETEMENTS pants)
diamond wrist (diamond wrist)
Steroid boots, huh, I'm on rockstar shit

Just like I'm Teen X
I'm off of the drugs (xman)
Shawty said I'm way too fly, she showing me love (yeah)
I was countin' up bands, I was running it up
We had shot at your mans, now he fly with the doves
I'm shooting .556, .223's it won't miss (huh)
All black Prada my hat, all black Prada my bitch (Prada my what?)
Balenciaga Boots, I could step inside the trenches
My name all on her booty, but I won't make her Mrs. (nah)

I'm a fashion demon, fashion killa
She don't worry bout bread, cause I got cash, she know I'm that nigga
Got the hoe doing the dance to my tracks, like it's a Triller
They see Camo wear all black, yeah, "I guess he a dark lil figure"
And I just be poppin' these tags
And all these bitches got ass
No we don't worry 'bout these niggas, they get passed
And Imma only hit on that bitch if she got class
I got big raver pants, big jeans, look like I sag
High fashion (jueya)
Big bags (yeah)
Rock Balenciaga out the studio, I could brag (ha, ha)

Just like I'm Teen X
I'm off of the drugs (xman)
Shawty said I'm way too fly, she showing me love (yeah)
I was countin' up bands, I was running it up
We had shot at your mans, now he fly with the doves
I'm shooting .556, .223's it won't miss (huh)
All black Prada my hat, all black Prada my bitch (Prada my what?)
Balenciaga Boots, I could step inside the trenches
My name all on her booty, but I won't make her Mrs. (nah)