See Thru Xavy Rusan

[Intro]
Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye
Look

[Pre-Chorus]
Baby girl love my bop, and I'm like, me too
No room for my top, and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pen, don't stop, shit ain't gone feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Baby girl love my bop and I'm like, me too
No room for my top and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pen, don't stop, shit ain't gone feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

[Chorus]
Big flex, my swole up
Double cup and I'm PO'ed up
Niggas hatin' like hol' up
What's the problem? I'm PO'ed up
Big flex, my swole up
Hard body, they fold up
Shawty say I done gloat up
Double textin' my phone up

[Verse]
Fuck with your boy, I'm the man of the year
I'm not a fan of your peers (No way)
Serve 'em a fate, I'ma hand 'em the shеars
He not the man he appеars (No way)
Heart of a lion, I'm tramplin' fears
I love the man in the mirror (Big facts)
Cry me a river, then stand in the tears
You better stand in the clear
I'm goin' crazy, niggas for gazy
How are they ever gone fuck with the kid?
Put it on baby, you do not phase me
Boy, I do not give a fuck what you did
Eatin' that kiddy she stuck to my rear
How can I trust him? He fucked with the pigs
Bro got a Glock and a couple of cigs
He thinkin' 'bout splitting a couple of wigs
Shawty my DNA all real, nigga
Sweatsuit all Hilfiger
And I ain't even gotta deal wit 'ya
If I ain't ever split a beer with 'ya
I got Hennessy and Horchata (Uh-huh)
Baby girl wearing nada (Yeah)
Ass growing from her side-a (Uh-huh)
Back grove and its Prada (Facts)
Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup)
Grandaddy by the Ziploc
Flex season, I've been road runnin'
I'm stayin' all up on my tip top
Young man with an old mind
So I ain't worried 'bout slight shit
I'll be up until sunrise
Or stayin' out on my night shift
I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hundreds, I'm jiggy, I'm flexin' a bit
Figured I'd hit it and quit it, I'm busy
I ain't got the minutes for textin' that bitch
Came from the gutter with me and my brother
I'm movin' my mother right outta the city
Bitch, I'm a star, and they know I go hard, so I'm kissing them babies, and signin' them titties
Gold blingin' like Chingo (Ay!)
Rockstar-like Ringo (Ay!)
Checks comin' in, back to back I'ma line 'em up like bingo (Cha-ching)
Oh, I think that they like me (Yep)
They be all in my wood tip
Not a stain on my white tee
I'm poppin' all of this good shit