Scorin Xavier Weeks (Ft. Lucus)

[Intro: Xavier Weeks]
Slaughters, what's good?
Xavier Lucus
Yeah, oh

[Verse 1: Xavier Weeks]
I'm in a foreign, had to go explorin' (Yeah, yeah)
.223s to his head, Michael Jordan (Swish)
We don't keep score, we keep on scorin' (Uh)
Like I said, lil' bitch, we keep on scorin'
Damn yeah

[Chorus: Xavier Weeks]
Yeah, now the city fuckin' with me (With me)
They ain't show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)
Yeah, now the city fuckin' with me (With me)
They ain't show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)

[Verse 2: Xavier Weeks]
Yeah we really ain't new to this
But all it happened so fast I ain't used to it (Ooh)
Big woods to the face no swishers
Now bitches always askin' for a picture
Damn, yeah
Yeah I'm really in my cut now
Same bitches I used to hate really wanna fuck now
Wait, you won't name us in the background
We was dead broke, bitch, count my fuckin' racks now