DX

[Chorus]
I know it's been a minute since you mentioned it
Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in
Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me
Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry
I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me
Couldn't talk to my momma, it fucked with me mentally
I fuck with Brando, you know we got that history
Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free
Like fuck what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me
He try to get to know me, I think he the feds
He try to run off on me, he got that flip
Got the drop on that nigga, now that nigga dead
Put that nigga on the fittеd, he extra
Heard thе nigga trippin, his bitch will get stretched
We gon' come for your neck, my niggas they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck
We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX

[Verse]
Woah, I just got a text
I'm finna go fuck on your hoe, woulda thought it was demand
Ha, you shouldn't have fucked with Lil Xan, huh, Big Xan
I get to the money, you know that I am
Say you get money, but never at the bank
Fake scripts and you sippin' fake drank
Skippin' classes, I was skippin' the states
Know I was down for you, whole lot on my plate
Play with the gang then I'm uppin' the rate
Me and Brando, yeah, we uppin' the Wraith
Sippin' medicine cause' I love the taste
Givin' me face, it's givin' her faith
Lil baby eat me up just like a buffet
Whatever I do I can't move with no hate
These niggas too slow, needa' pick up the pace

[Chorus]
I know it's been a minute since you mentioned it
Finna whip round' the corner, shawty get on in
Yeah, I knew that your she hoe was into me
Way back in the when, yeah, we just had that chemistry
I been down that road and I couldn't let it get to me
Couldn't talk to my momma, it fucked with me mentally
I fuck with Brando, you know we got that history
Smoke gas in the loft and you know we ain't servin' free
Like fuck what you think, lil boy you not knowin' me
He try to get to know me, I think he the feds
He try to run off on me, he got that flip
Got the drop on that nigga, now that nigga dead
Put that nigga on the fitted, he extra
Heard the nigga trippin, his bitch will get stretched
We gon' come for your neck, my niggas they cutthroat, gon' come for your neck
We gon' slide up in the tint you woulda thought it was DX