Ethra, Yeat - X everyday lyrics

Pop so many damn percs i might
Fly up to the motherfucking sky
(Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch)
Pop all these percs i might die
Im off X everyday yeah I ain’t even gonna lie

"How many racks did you make off a
Song?" I said "Like motherfucking five"
These xannies be making me numb
They making me motherfucking fried
Pull up in a STR yeah I
Put in the fucking miles
They don’t even say my songs good
They be saying it’s fire
Half of these people tho I
Know they motherfucking liars

I just pulled up on a sidе, ooh
I like to give her surprisе
(You're turnt, you're turnt, you're turnt)
I'm on the Perc', I been closin' my eyes
I can't even tell you
Nothin' but you're lyin'
I had to cut all my ties
I couldn't even tell 'em
Nothin' 'cause thеy fried i just walked in
Stepping in thеse Louboutins
And she walked in
She clinging on my fuckin' junk
Yeah, I was shippin' Za'
I was shippin' skunk
I take the Perc' and meditate
I'm a fucking monk
Yeah, why the hell you wastin' all
My time? Why you catfish?
I just blocked on my phone, on my time, bitch
All my bitch the baddest, yeah, a fine bitch
Yeah, one of my bitch a junky
She a fried bitch

I’m sippin that blood im sippin that
Red im sippin that act
These people be goofy and that’s just a fact
My bitch so fine she got a big rack
My bitch so fine she got a fat ass
She suckin me off she think I won’t last
These TikTok Fgots won’t get off my ass
Bitch talkin shit but she where a mask
Drip like a water drink like a flask
Ran that shit up I ran it so fast

Pop so many damn percs i might
Fly up to the motherfucking sky
(Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch)
Pop all these percs i might die
Im off X everyday yeah I ain’t even gonna lie

"How many racks did you make off a
Song?" I said "Like motherfucking five"
These xannies be making me numb
They making me motherfucking fried
Pull up in a STR yeah I
Put in the fucking miles
They don’t even say my songs good
They be saying it’s fire
Half of these people tho I
Know they motherfucking liars