Docta Zay - Xay Hard lyrics
[Docta Zay - Xay Hard lyrics]
Feeling like a gangster in my Durag
Ain’t running from a opp ion play tag
Got a lot of bread watch it stack
Krazy bread Zay got them racks
Bitch you lame don’t talk to me
Got the blicky don’t walk to me
Mickey Mouse nigga Walt Disney
Being broke is an insult to me
Hold up bitch I’m a real menace
Got a whole court just to play tennis
Back to the first line feeling like Dennis
Young and dumb bitch I am reckless
Got a chain and the fit to match
Real Nigga I don’t ever lack
Wasting away shoutout sach
Busting niggas you get turned into a pack
Just to let you know If
It’s smoke we letting up
Had to cut you off you ain’t do enough
Ain’t gentle we play rough
Working hard ain’t no such thing as luck
We knocking on a opp door
Neighbors staring at us what for
Ain’t putting down my threshold
Got the game in a choke hold
Holes in the story then holes in your face
Pulling up ain’t nothing to say
Smoke we on our way
I hit em up and (make ‘em see grey)
Nigga ain’t sliding you a slow nigga
Chilling in a rolls nigga
Red eyes bet you do coke nigga
Shining watch my glow nigga
Fucking up the cash then doing the dash
These the type of bands to make
Ur bitch shake her ass
Next time you play I won’t give you a pass
Go baby wassup kash bitch you a opp
You gon get drop
Rest In Peace von Rest In Peace pop
Play you gon get shot cooking in a pot
Hundreds might seem much but it ain’t a lot
Nigga you a faggot and bitch you a tranny
Chilling in the phantom like I’m Danny
Niggas packs I ain’t talking bout Fanny
Youngboy better I’m shaking Sammy
We knocking on a opp door
Neighbors staring at us what for
Ain’t putting down my threshold
Got the game in a choke hold
Holes in the story then holes in your face
Pulling up ain’t nothing to say
Smoke we on our way
I hit em up and (make ‘em see grey)
Ain’t running from a opp ion play tag
Got a lot of bread watch it stack
Krazy bread Zay got them racks
Bitch you lame don’t talk to me
Got the blicky don’t walk to me
Mickey Mouse nigga Walt Disney
Being broke is an insult to me
Hold up bitch I’m a real menace
Got a whole court just to play tennis
Back to the first line feeling like Dennis
Young and dumb bitch I am reckless
Got a chain and the fit to match
Real Nigga I don’t ever lack
Wasting away shoutout sach
Busting niggas you get turned into a pack
Just to let you know If
It’s smoke we letting up
Had to cut you off you ain’t do enough
Ain’t gentle we play rough
Working hard ain’t no such thing as luck
We knocking on a opp door
Neighbors staring at us what for
Ain’t putting down my threshold
Got the game in a choke hold
Holes in the story then holes in your face
Pulling up ain’t nothing to say
Smoke we on our way
I hit em up and (make ‘em see grey)
Nigga ain’t sliding you a slow nigga
Chilling in a rolls nigga
Red eyes bet you do coke nigga
Shining watch my glow nigga
Fucking up the cash then doing the dash
These the type of bands to make
Ur bitch shake her ass
Next time you play I won’t give you a pass
Go baby wassup kash bitch you a opp
You gon get drop
Rest In Peace von Rest In Peace pop
Play you gon get shot cooking in a pot
Hundreds might seem much but it ain’t a lot
Nigga you a faggot and bitch you a tranny
Chilling in the phantom like I’m Danny
Niggas packs I ain’t talking bout Fanny
Youngboy better I’m shaking Sammy
We knocking on a opp door
Neighbors staring at us what for
Ain’t putting down my threshold
Got the game in a choke hold
Holes in the story then holes in your face
Pulling up ain’t nothing to say
Smoke we on our way
I hit em up and (make ‘em see grey)