[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Fucking this girl I just met
She licking the tat on my neck
I don't give a fuck if I'm next
I'm chasing a check, ignoring your texts
I can't surf, I'm not tryna ride on your wave
Bitch, it's Lil Tracy and Xavs
Step on stage, cameras aim
[Interlude: Xavier Wulf]
Hating ass, pedestrian ass niggas
Broke ass niggas
Whatchu worried about us for?
You need to be worried about paying them bills all the time
Sucka
[Verse 1: Xavier Wulf]
Give me some leeway
Fuck what he say
Fuck what she say
I do it my way
I used to bully niggas up and down the hallway
Every damn day
Fuck what they think
Fuck the teachers, I ain't need your answers that way
I still get my pay
Fuck a right way
I give no fuck for what she want, I tell her my way
Or the high way
It ain't no debate
Whatcha lookin' at?
I'ma cold crook
I might use your ass
I ain't a good look
I be sliding through so cold I leave 'em shivered, shook
She a open book
Let me take a look
Spirit punch is loaded up, my Fanta, pour it up
I can't get enough
I'm stacking ten cups
Fuck the brim, nigga
Fill it till it over flood
I ain't showing pity, and I ain't showing love
Fucking this girl I just met
She licking the tat on my neck
I don't give a fuck if I'm next
I'm chasing a check, ignoring your texts
I can't surf, I'm not tryna ride on your wave
Bitch, it's Lil Tracy and Xavs
Step on stage, cameras aim
[Interlude: Xavier Wulf]
Hating ass, pedestrian ass niggas
Broke ass niggas
Whatchu worried about us for?
You need to be worried about paying them bills all the time
Sucka
[Verse 1: Xavier Wulf]
Give me some leeway
Fuck what he say
Fuck what she say
I do it my way
I used to bully niggas up and down the hallway
Every damn day
Fuck what they think
Fuck the teachers, I ain't need your answers that way
I still get my pay
Fuck a right way
I give no fuck for what she want, I tell her my way
Or the high way
It ain't no debate
Whatcha lookin' at?
I'ma cold crook
I might use your ass
I ain't a good look
I be sliding through so cold I leave 'em shivered, shook
She a open book
Let me take a look
Spirit punch is loaded up, my Fanta, pour it up
I can't get enough
I'm stacking ten cups
Fuck the brim, nigga
Fill it till it over flood
I ain't showing pity, and I ain't showing love
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