Xavy Rusan - See Thru lyrics

Aye, aye aye, aye
Look

Babygirl, love my bop and
I'm like "Me too"
No roof on my top, and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pin, don't stop shit
Ain't gon' feed you
I've been all on my grind
So why I need you? Babygirl, love my bop and
I'm like "Me too"
No roof on my top, and my babe see thru
Hatin' on the pin, don't stop shit
Ain't gon' feed you
I've been all on my grind
So why I need you? Big flex, might swole her
Double cup and I'm poled up
Niggas hatin' like "Hol' up"
What's the problem, I'm poled up
Big flex, might swole her
Hard 'bout it, they fold up
Shawty say I done glowed up
Double text' on my phone up

Fuck with your boy, I'm the man of the year
I'm not a fan of your peers (No way)
Serve 'em with fate
I'm gonna hand them thе shears
He not the man hе appears (No way)
Heart of a lion, I'm trampling fears
I look the man in the mirror (Dear fate)
Crowd me a river to stand in the tears
You 'bout to stand in the clear (Keep it)
I'm going crazy, niggas' for gazin'
How are they ever gon' fuck with the kid?
Put it on baby, you do not faze me
Boy I do not give a fuck what you did
Eatin' that kitty, she stuntin' my rear
(Yup)
How can I trust with the fuck with the pigs?
(Bro?) bro got a Glock and a couple of seeds
He think about splittin' a couple of weeks
(Brr) shawty my DNA, all real nigga
Sweatsuit all Hilfiger
And I ain't even gotta deal with you
If I ain't never split a bill with you
I got Hennesey and Horchata (Uh, huh)
Babygirl wearing Nada (yeah)
Ass growing from a cider (Uh, huh)
Bathrobe in this Prada (Facts)
Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup)
Granddaddy 'boutta zip lock
Flex season, I'm road runnin'
I'm stayin' all in my tip-top (Fir)
Young men with the old minds
So I ain't worryin' 'bout slight shit
I'll be up 'till sunrise
I'm 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 out of the city
Bitch, I'm a star and they know I go hard
So I'm kissin' them babies
And signin' them titties
Go blingin' like Chingo (Ey)
Rockstar like Ringo (Ey)
Checks comin' in, back to back
I'ma line them up like Bingo (Cha ching)
Oh, I think that they like me (Yup)
They be all on my wood tip
Not a stain on my white tee
I'm poppin' all of this good shit
Big flex, might swole her
Double cup and I'm poled up
Niggas hatin' like "Hol' up"
What's the problem, I'm poled up
Big flex, might swole her
Hard 'bout it, they fold up
Shawty say I done glowed up
Double text on my phone up

Babygirl, love my bop and
I'm like "Me too"
No roof on my top, and my babe, see thru
Hatin' on the pin, don't stop shit
Ain't gon' feed you
I've been all on my grind
So why I need you? Babygirl, love my bop and
I'm like "Me too"
No roof on my top, and my babe, see thru
Hatin' on the pin, don't stop shit
Ain't gon' feed you
I've been all on my grind
So why I need you?