Lyrical Moron, 2GlockShawdy - XooXoo555 (Remix) lyrics

Man I’m tired of these niggas say who
I’m trash but workin to hard and they hating
Never gonna sell my soul cause
I know that I’m cold
With flow so I know imma make it
And I’m zooming through Atlanta with
A bag full of
Cash and you know that the gang taking
Then I pulled to his room let it shoot then
We bagged up the xoos like the 21st making
And they saying I gave it to satan
Spreading lies what that nigga be saying
And you better be careful
Cause we watching you
The peep hole and you can’t escape it
Make him bleed he was number one faking
In his house and we getting to painting
Gotta a Lambo a Porsche and horse and we
Riding around finna whip yea we racing

I’m a zebra no way I be racist


Only 20s and biggie bluefaces
I gotta watch out they lookin for cases
If they find me I ain’t gonna make it

So pull out the 20s and we spraying
And that boy on his knees make him praying
Break and bad but she without the breaking
She a baddie we know that she taken

Then we catch em slipping slip and slide
Then we Shoot em tell them he did suicide
Rapping about the time on a homicide
And I got baddie I know that she on my side
Then let it blow on the side
Like fuckin restaurant nigga dying (dine)
On the top and the front of the line
Make him feel like he run outta time

Lit him up ain't no game
Little nigga be crying
And shit causeim still at the top of it
Tell the profe that I’m hanging it
Out for a minute my
Niggas will work and the block and shit

I was takin it out and the
Back and a nigga was
Hopin and heard he was talkin shit
So I walked in his school went class and I
Nocked lil ass into space like a rocket ship

Man I’m tired of these niggas who say I’m
Trash but workin to hard and they hating
Never gonna sell my soul cause
I know that I’m
Cold with flow so I know imma make it
And I’m zooming through Atlanta with
A bag full of
Cash and you know that the gang taking
Then I pulled to his room let it shoot then
We bagged up the xoos like the 21st making
And they saying I gave it to satan
Spreading lies what that nigga be saying
And you better be careful
Cause we watching you
The peep hole and you can’t escape it
Make him bleed he was number one faking
In his house and we getting to painting
Gotta a Lambo a Porsche and horse and we
Riding around finna whip yea we racing

I think i need help i been searching for love
Remember that night i ran off on the plug
He keep calling back and i ain't picking up
Don't call him a bitch im gon run outta love
And i was a jit kicking shit in the club
And i was 15 when i learned how to love
But never again that shit down for the birds
Naggy lil bitch she be getting on my nerves
Remember them nights i was out on that curb
All my hitters stay ready to work
Go to sleep in yo bush and
Then wake up and pur
Them junkies go crazy the first and the third
You claim you a boss you
Ain't put in no work
He pussy you scared let him get him a skirt
Got this shit out the mud like
Im playing in the dirt
If you can't feel my vibe
You ain't ever been hurt

Man i swear thats why im tired
I been keeping my head in the sky
If it's smoke then you better pick a side
Ain't no question my niggas gonna ride
Stick together came in with the vibe
For my niggas im risking my life
Take a gamble im rolling the dice
Say she love me that bitch was a lie
And i hate when they say

Man I’m tired of these niggas say I’m trash
But workin to hard and they hating
Never gonna sell my soul cause
I know that I’m
Cold with flow so I know imma make it
And I’m zooming through Atlanta with
A bag full of
Cash and you know that the gang taking
Then I pulled to his room let it shoot then
We bagged up the xoos like the 21st making
And they saying I gave it to satan
Spreading lies what that nigga be saying
And you better be careful
Cause we watching you
The peep hole and you can’t escape it
Make him bleed he was number one faking
In his house and we getting to painting
Gotta a Lambo a Porsche and horse and we
Riding around finna whip yea we racing