XP Lyrics – DEATH PLUS
Singer: DEATH PLUS
Title: XP
Good part about it is that we get to show the human side of the cops doing what they do ’cause there’s always that cops are just … Good and the bad. Just like I believe that g#ngb#ngers on the street are good and bad. Like police officers. They got stress, they got character flaws that come from their lifestyles. I could be the best actor anybody ever seen given the chance, the opportunity, and the experience
Money all in my vision
b#tches all in my hit-list
Got these b#tches up on my dick
All these b#tches up on that b#tch sh#t
All these b#tches got me f#cked up
All these b#tches tryna get quick, quick
All these b#tches tryna get it quick
But your boy just tryna get rich
Hunnids on hunnids, I’m blowin’ it all on myself, I love
Paper on me, got your baby on me
Yeah, I’m gettin’ mad dubs
Livin’ lavish, I ain’t ever pass it when they give me that blunt
1990s when I bump and I roll down your street sayin’ “f#ck”
Gotta keep that weapon tucked if they start to bring them
Dudes I grew up with don’t f#ck with me ’cause I’m gettin’ checks
Dudes I grew up with say they family but ain’t correct
Dudes I grew up with hate up on me ’cause I do it best
b#tch, you a p#ss#, that’s why I be countin’ up
All by myself while you doubt it ’cause
You got a problem with me ’cause I’m ’bout it, bruh
Stick to the bags of the powder but I’m smokin’ up on that sack of the sour
Hours upon hours
All of these so happy they found us
Now these hoes tryna clown us
b#tch, get from ’round us
My bud smellin’ like some flowers
Your bud smellin’ like some trousers
#ss in your blunt while I’m smokin’ on power
While I step on these cowards
With my Vans, g#dd#mn, I crush ’em like powder
Like I’m Bowser
b#tch, get from ’round us
Here the pressure surround us [Yuh]
But I’m on my grind like I’m Tony Hawk
Wrote out these ’cause I work a lot faster
I stay on that sh#t trying to get my cash up
But you don’t know what it’s like to be like us
Don’t got guns ’cause I prolly would bust given the opportunity
Stress be consuming me
They sayin’ “Who is he?”
b#tch, it’s Yung Rust [Yung Death!
Yung Death, the killer that swing at yo’ neck
Death Mane gonna kill if you f#ck with the set
Ain’t tellin’ no lies, b#tch you can go check
Been workin’ so hard you’d think I was a vet
I’m coming up quick, people tell me I’m next
b#tch, I’m goin’ up ’til I’ve lost my whole set
I’m jettin’ on strangers so you cannot flex
Go hard but I never bust back
b#tch so sorry if I brag
No, p#ss#, I don’t give a f#ck, got it from my daddy
If ever given the torch I’d turn that sh#t to ashes, that’s real
Make yo’ set for some mo’f#ckin’ money
I go onstage and they gimme that money
I don’t do it for you, b#tch, I just do it for the loot
Don’t me or my crew wanna f#ck witchu and that’s real
I do this sh#t to get myself out of this wasteland
I do this sh#t so I can get away from hate and
All these p#ssies tryna act like I’m something I ain’t
I’m chillin’, maxing out and smokin’ weed and getting paid, man
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