xinai - #inactive (original) lyrics
[intro]
sl!ck
whew, fah
pick up the phone, xp, quit playin’ (yuh)
ayy
[verse]
if you know me, then you know my name’s xinai (ya ‘lready know)
f+ck that n+gga, f+ck jermaine, yeah, that n+gga f+ckin’ died (f+ck that n+gga)
walkin’ ’round, my alter ego tryna drill a n+gga spine (grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh)
just like no russian, godd+mn [?], i do that n+gga just like that, that (grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh)
b+tch, what is that, that? (yuh, yuh)
i’ma be back home with my thugs, just like that, that (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
hit my plug on snapchat (what?), i’m tryn’ cop me a gas pack (what, what?)
i’ma shut off his legs, get him clap, clap (what?)
servin’ the fiends, and i+ (sorry, let me speak)
hollon, ayy
i be steppin’ on sh+t, i be walkin’ and talkin’ on beats (okay)
run up on that n+gga, take his f+ckin’ vitamins, and then i stomp him out with my cleats (okay, okay, okay, okay)
that b+tch is talkin’, she f+ckin’ on me (what, what?)
if i’m walkin’, i’m sparkin’, he barkin’ at me (what, what?)
now i’m smokin’ a blunt with this bih’, now she barfin’ me (what? ayy, ayy)
that p+ssy fartin’ on me (yuh)
once we get him clapped, we send him to buddha (okay, okay)
i’m clappin’ that n+gga, he know i got shooters (okay, okay)
we boutta toss him out, they won’t shoot him (okay, okay)
[?] on his body, lil’ b+tch, i’ma loot him (yeah, yeah, yah, oh, my god)
run up on that n+gga, we hit him on sight (yeah, that n+gga is gonna die)
talkin’ that sh+t and we endin’ yo life (yah, get it, yeah)
my opp b+tch ridin’ my d+ck like bike (yeah)
little do you know she suckin’ my d+ck every night (what, what?)
n+gga (woah)
i do not give no f+ck ’bout a n+gga (no f+cks)
i do not give no f+ck ’bout a b+tch (no f+cks)
i do not give no f+ck ’bout my life (no f+cks)
i cannot f+ck with these b+tches, they trife (what?)
i get up with a n+gga, i hit him at night (what?)
when i take a lil’ xanny, boy, i feel like i might (d+mn, okay)
k!ll a n+gga, i’ma hit him with a knife
why you talkin’ to me, not a n+gga i like (grahh, grahh)
not gon’ talk without a f+ckin’ fight (ayy, okay)
i’ma drip that n+gga, hit him with a pipe (okay, okay)
i’ma smoke this spliff, i’m higher than a kite (okay, okay)
i’ma stuff my money in the f+ckin’ bed (my money, my money)
just in case somebody tryna go to feds (oh, yeah, yeah)
he not gon’ run away, i hit his legs (yeah, yeah)
i’ma clap that n+gga, hit him with a light
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