[Intro: XELISHURT]
You're Brandon
But since we're friends (He-he)
I get to call you XELISHURT (Yuh)
Ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
Yeah, you hate me 'cause I'm rich, it don't matter, now I'm dumb lit (Yuh)
When I'm in your town, I run around, I'm doing dumb shit (Ayy, yuh, ayy)
Call me ace, I keep that AK on my shoulder, this that fun shit
Yuh, catch me in the pit, swingin' fist, on some punk shit (Ayy)
Yuh, you hate me 'cause I'm rich, it don't matter, now I'm dumb lit (Yuh)
When I'm in your town, I run around I'm on that dumb shit
Got the tape on my motherfuckin' vest, bitch, I'm built
Grab that fuckin' sword, by the blade, stab him in his quilt
You's a pussy, you's a bitch, see you weeping like a dead flower, wilt
Yeah, these bullets hit his bones and they break, he need some milk
Yeah, you gotta move bitch, I start a movement, I'm on that smooth shit
This that top shelf, I'm rollin' up, you smokin' on that boof shit (Ayy)
Let me in the fuckin' door, bitch, I know you hear that knock-knock
Yuh, about to take his head off with that axe, this the chop block
I know he feel that heat, he gon' boil like a hot pot
Yeah, my nigga BRXND walk up in the spot, with that big stock
I'm a rich nigga makin' six figures, yeah, my dick bigger
Barrel to his tummy, now I'm about to make him sick quicker
You're Brandon
But since we're friends (He-he)
I get to call you XELISHURT (Yuh)
Ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
Yeah, you hate me 'cause I'm rich, it don't matter, now I'm dumb lit (Yuh)
When I'm in your town, I run around, I'm doing dumb shit (Ayy, yuh, ayy)
Call me ace, I keep that AK on my shoulder, this that fun shit
Yuh, catch me in the pit, swingin' fist, on some punk shit (Ayy)
Yuh, you hate me 'cause I'm rich, it don't matter, now I'm dumb lit (Yuh)
When I'm in your town, I run around I'm on that dumb shit
Got the tape on my motherfuckin' vest, bitch, I'm built
Grab that fuckin' sword, by the blade, stab him in his quilt
You's a pussy, you's a bitch, see you weeping like a dead flower, wilt
Yeah, these bullets hit his bones and they break, he need some milk
Yeah, you gotta move bitch, I start a movement, I'm on that smooth shit
This that top shelf, I'm rollin' up, you smokin' on that boof shit (Ayy)
Let me in the fuckin' door, bitch, I know you hear that knock-knock
Yuh, about to take his head off with that axe, this the chop block
I know he feel that heat, he gon' boil like a hot pot
Yeah, my nigga BRXND walk up in the spot, with that big stock
I'm a rich nigga makin' six figures, yeah, my dick bigger
Barrel to his tummy, now I'm about to make him sick quicker
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