See Thru - Xavy Rusan

Aye, aye

Aye, aye

Look

Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»

No roof on my top, and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»

No roof on my top, and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

Big flex, might swole her

Double cup and I’m poled up

Niggas hatin' like «Hol' up»

What’s the problem, I’m poled up

Big flex, might swole her

Hard 'bout it, they fold up

Shawty say I done glowed up

Double text' on my phone, I

Fuck with your boy, I’m the man of the year

I’m not a fan of your peers (No way)

Serve 'em with fate, I’m gonna hand them the shears

H not the man he appears (No way)

Hart of a lion, I’m trampling fears

I look the man in the mirror (Dear fate)

Crowd me a river to stand in the tears

You 'bout to stand in the clear (Keep it)

I’m going crazy, niggas'

How are they ever gon' fuck with the kid?

Put it on baby, you do not faze me

Boy I do not give a fuck what you did

Eating that kitty, she stuntin' my rear (Yup)

How can I tust fucking with the pigs?

(Bro?)

Bro got a Glock and a couple of seeds

He think about splitting a couple of weeks (Brr)

Shawty my DNA all real nigga

And I ain’t even gotta deal with you

If I ain’t never split a bill with you

I got Hennesey and (Aha)

Babygirl wearing Nada (Yeah)

Ass growing from a cider (Aha)

Bathrobe in this Prada (Facts)

Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup)

Granddaddy 'boutta zip lock

Flex season, I’m road runnin'

I’m stayin' all in my tip-top (Firr)

Young man with the old minds

So I ain’t worryin' 'bout

I be up 'till sunrise

I’m staying out on my night shift

I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hunnads

I’m jiggy, I’m flexin' a bit

Figured I’d hit it and quit it

I’m busy, I ain’t got the minutes for textin' that bitch

Came from the gutter with me and my brother

I’m moving my mother right out of the city

Bitch, I’m a star and they know I go hard

So I’m kissin' the babies and signing them titties

Go blingin' like Chingo (Ey)

Rockstar like Ringo (Ey)

Checks coming in, back to back

I’ma line them up like beans though (Chi-ching)

Oh, I think that they like me (Yup)

They be all on my wood tip

Not a stain on my white tee

I’m poppin' all of this good shit

Big flex, might swole her

Double cup and I’m poled up

Niggas hatin' like «Hol' up»

What’s the problem, I’m poled up

Big flex, might swole her

Hard 'bout it, they fold up

Shawty say I done glowed up

Double text' on my phone, I

Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»

No roof on my top, and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?

Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»

No roof on my top, and my babe see-through

Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you

I been all on my grind, so why I need you?