Fuckaround by XVN Lyrics
[Verse: Muks Died]
I ain't jump up on your track, boy
Unless we fucking gang
Oh, you talking money in my lane?
Fuck you mean?
I'mma stack it up
I started in the trap
That's routine
I wake up and hit the stu
Then light the gas, aye
Smoke
Say you on that smoke
All you do is choke
Fuckaround
I'mma wet you up
I hope that you can float
Underground, in the dirt
[?] like it was home
Lemme tuck you the fuck in
[?] before I go
I got money home
Wait, and watch sometime
Watch sometime
I got hundreds in my PayPal overnight
Overnight
Aye, no fuckaround
We puffin loud
Til we runnin' out
And we won't
Aye, we smoke [?]
We sniffin [?]
Like Scarface with that coke
(sheesh)
Started off {?} halfway
Now I sell a bean like it's blow
I was in and outta them cells, killer
Now I'm in and outta your home
[Verse 2: XVNNY]
Claim to be within my ranks
You on the hit-list, bitch-tits
This the shit you bump
When you be feeling masochistic
Bars so sharp
You slit your wrist with the lyrics
Artistic spit, it's lit
The way I flip shit
Sadistic
Obviously
Stomp another emcee
Just for thinking
He in front of me
Fuck
All those bitches you kick it with
Ain't got half of my penmanship
I'm heaven sent and devilish
All you others irrelevant
Top shit, bitch
I'm feeling rich when I ain't cop wealth
But got stealth
Like solid snake
I'm sneaking up discreet to
Kill the game and
Watch it bleed as it drops health
Drop out of life
With the mic in my hand
Bet I’ve gone south
Talking out on that fuckaround
Please bitch
You live at your mamma's house
Got cops around you
Patrolling the premises
You been an opp since day one
Ain’t no question, bitch
Talking out on that fuckaround
Please bitch
You live at your mamma's house
Got cops around you
Patrolling the premises
You been an opp since day one
Ain’t no question, bitch
I ain't jump up on your track, boy
Unless we fucking gang
Oh, you talking money in my lane?
Fuck you mean?
I'mma stack it up
I started in the trap
That's routine
I wake up and hit the stu
Then light the gas, aye
Smoke
Say you on that smoke
All you do is choke
Fuckaround
I'mma wet you up
I hope that you can float
Underground, in the dirt
[?] like it was home
Lemme tuck you the fuck in
[?] before I go
I got money home
Wait, and watch sometime
Watch sometime
I got hundreds in my PayPal overnight
Overnight
Aye, no fuckaround
We puffin loud
Til we runnin' out
And we won't
Aye, we smoke [?]
We sniffin [?]
Like Scarface with that coke
(sheesh)
Started off {?} halfway
Now I sell a bean like it's blow
I was in and outta them cells, killer
Now I'm in and outta your home
[Verse 2: XVNNY]
Claim to be within my ranks
You on the hit-list, bitch-tits
This the shit you bump
When you be feeling masochistic
Bars so sharp
You slit your wrist with the lyrics
Artistic spit, it's lit
The way I flip shit
Sadistic
Obviously
Stomp another emcee
Just for thinking
He in front of me
Fuck
All those bitches you kick it with
Ain't got half of my penmanship
I'm heaven sent and devilish
All you others irrelevant
Top shit, bitch
I'm feeling rich when I ain't cop wealth
But got stealth
Like solid snake
I'm sneaking up discreet to
Kill the game and
Watch it bleed as it drops health
Drop out of life
With the mic in my hand
Bet I’ve gone south
Talking out on that fuckaround
Please bitch
You live at your mamma's house
Got cops around you
Patrolling the premises
You been an opp since day one
Ain’t no question, bitch
Talking out on that fuckaround
Please bitch
You live at your mamma's house
Got cops around you
Patrolling the premises
You been an opp since day one
Ain’t no question, bitch