Ouch by Xi eleven Lyrics
Watch a man touch it down like an endzone
“Shake ya ass for me, why you throw me in the friendzone?”
Homie, she ain’t want it don’t you threaten Benzo
Fuckin' hell, homie, why the fuck you take her friends home?
Spilling a verse, it ain’t nothing today
Took a pill up in an upper zone, ay
People ain’t popping a tropical
Everything gonna turn into a desert
This place is a menace
This hate it don’t bend us
We playing like tennis
We hit it, tremendous
I get it, I hit it, I miss it, forget it
I don’t give a damn where I go, ay
"Suck it up, bitch you snitch, your kitchen cleaning fits you that’s you this you grab a tissue
Nab a fishhook, rap a diss, you tag a wish, you mad at this, you just a counterfeit"
Leaving you thinking 'bout a paycheck, thinking 'bout a snake check, bitch you didn’t want, no
Hit back thinking 'bout a setback, could it be the click clack of a swinging clock?
Leaving you jealous of a thot (leave it)
Hitting you over with a box (leave it)
Hitting you up and in the DMs begging your forgiveness cuz he getting caught (leave it)
Sweet when he getting what he want (leave it)
Bitch when he get what you got (leave it)
Seen her beaten with a stick and all she do is screaming
"Stop stop fucker get the fuck away from me!"
Believe it, motherfuckers, we be standing up now
Seen them, motherfuckers we be jamming up down
Most motherfuckers they be selling coke now
But we dealing with the music bitch you sit the fuck down
Man, gotta tell ya, people hate ya, so i save ya what i can, yuh, what i can yuh
They could chase ya, they could mace ya, they be in a alley finna pull up in your face but
Lotta better similar and never ending ways for taking lanes for aspirations, full of patience
Gotta calm it down a bit, got another missing killer on the loose, no clues, no shoes, no booze well
Might one day be a better star, but I never wanna be up stuck on the stage singing
"I don’t wanna die for them to miss me"
Woah
44 Bars would have been a main jam
But the whole Under Pressure thing is underrated, man
Wanted no more than to play God’s Plan
But Views is a banger; so is More Life, fam
Should’ve knocked out A$AP, counting hundreds
But a hundred to a hundred is a fucking waste, man
People in my city only care about a hundred to a hundred
Fuck the competition, overrated, man
Couldn’t go anywhere without being asked where I’m going for my studies, why should I be so afraid?
“Mom’s friend” woman who i’ve never even talked to wanna talk to me about a better choice for gettin paid
Old man with a bit-part bit relation to me wanna tell me all about my next new phase
Word gets around and running sucking up my soul we be all comparing for our fucking lives, goddamn
The world spins around you and every day’s different so know for the future it’s trivial shit
I’m hitting these triplets four hundred per minute, so easy to kill it, so easy to hit
44 More be my goal but i’m told it’s a whole 'nother level so i’ll settle for the show
Everything focused on the next word, next rhyme, next song, next record, next Antidote
If you bomb a test, put some curve on it
Have breakfast like Kurt vonnegut
Gloves on, come serve omelets
Shakespeare, I serve sonnets
Got loyalty like Kendrick
You falling off like Benedict
I fuck it up, then I roll with it
If you hate me, you can suck a dick
That’s it
“Shake ya ass for me, why you throw me in the friendzone?”
Homie, she ain’t want it don’t you threaten Benzo
Fuckin' hell, homie, why the fuck you take her friends home?
Spilling a verse, it ain’t nothing today
Took a pill up in an upper zone, ay
People ain’t popping a tropical
Everything gonna turn into a desert
This place is a menace
This hate it don’t bend us
We playing like tennis
We hit it, tremendous
I get it, I hit it, I miss it, forget it
I don’t give a damn where I go, ay
"Suck it up, bitch you snitch, your kitchen cleaning fits you that’s you this you grab a tissue
Nab a fishhook, rap a diss, you tag a wish, you mad at this, you just a counterfeit"
Leaving you thinking 'bout a paycheck, thinking 'bout a snake check, bitch you didn’t want, no
Hit back thinking 'bout a setback, could it be the click clack of a swinging clock?
Leaving you jealous of a thot (leave it)
Hitting you over with a box (leave it)
Hitting you up and in the DMs begging your forgiveness cuz he getting caught (leave it)
Sweet when he getting what he want (leave it)
Bitch when he get what you got (leave it)
Seen her beaten with a stick and all she do is screaming
"Stop stop fucker get the fuck away from me!"
Believe it, motherfuckers, we be standing up now
Seen them, motherfuckers we be jamming up down
Most motherfuckers they be selling coke now
But we dealing with the music bitch you sit the fuck down
Man, gotta tell ya, people hate ya, so i save ya what i can, yuh, what i can yuh
They could chase ya, they could mace ya, they be in a alley finna pull up in your face but
Lotta better similar and never ending ways for taking lanes for aspirations, full of patience
Gotta calm it down a bit, got another missing killer on the loose, no clues, no shoes, no booze well
Might one day be a better star, but I never wanna be up stuck on the stage singing
"I don’t wanna die for them to miss me"
Woah
44 Bars would have been a main jam
But the whole Under Pressure thing is underrated, man
Wanted no more than to play God’s Plan
But Views is a banger; so is More Life, fam
Should’ve knocked out A$AP, counting hundreds
But a hundred to a hundred is a fucking waste, man
People in my city only care about a hundred to a hundred
Fuck the competition, overrated, man
Couldn’t go anywhere without being asked where I’m going for my studies, why should I be so afraid?
“Mom’s friend” woman who i’ve never even talked to wanna talk to me about a better choice for gettin paid
Old man with a bit-part bit relation to me wanna tell me all about my next new phase
Word gets around and running sucking up my soul we be all comparing for our fucking lives, goddamn
The world spins around you and every day’s different so know for the future it’s trivial shit
I’m hitting these triplets four hundred per minute, so easy to kill it, so easy to hit
44 More be my goal but i’m told it’s a whole 'nother level so i’ll settle for the show
Everything focused on the next word, next rhyme, next song, next record, next Antidote
If you bomb a test, put some curve on it
Have breakfast like Kurt vonnegut
Gloves on, come serve omelets
Shakespeare, I serve sonnets
Got loyalty like Kendrick
You falling off like Benedict
I fuck it up, then I roll with it
If you hate me, you can suck a dick
That’s it