XO_Ballistic
XO_Ballistic

I'm wit my best friends

I'm wit my best friends

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13 May 2022

New bitches when I drop a new song Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp New sticks for you if you want to pop off I got a Ruger, jit, we ain't finna boo-bop If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout You can throw your best punch but it's best you don't You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want I know some jits that will but I know you won't I know some jits that kill but I know you don't I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones I could boss up your life but it'll take a second I could put you on shit that you ain't been on I could put you on whips that you ain't been in I could take you on rides you couldn't get on I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in Now all the jits that bled me, I'm finna shit on If I told you anything, just know I really meant it I wanna rap about passing but it's just been a minute I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it I tried to tell you my story but you ain't really listen The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken My mama told me, "watch the snakes, " I didn't pay attention I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh And don't play with xo because he got a gun And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi if We bounce out with choppas, I know they better run 'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty Bitches silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty bitches Flip a jit, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us Free the real (Keep the rest), until my brothers free Jits really walking around with thoughts of killing me Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free Ayy, keep that shit in drive, don't even park the car Ayy, xo he trippin', he goin' bar for bar And they know I'ma finish so they don't even start And we came a long way from running fades at the park No cap, it's xo, but that's beside the point Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint Bitch, I'm with my best friends XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs

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New bitches when I drop a new song Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp New sticks for you if you want to pop off I got a Ruger, jit, we ain't finna boo-bop If I see a enemy, then it's a shootout You can throw your best punch but it's best you don't You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want I know some jits that will but I know you won't I know some jits that kill but I know you don't I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones I could boss up your life but it'll take a second I could put you on shit that you ain't been on I could put you on whips that you ain't been in I could take you on rides you couldn't get on I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in Now all the jits that bled me, I'm finna shit on If I told you anything, just know I really meant it I wanna rap about passing but it's just been a minute I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it I tried to tell you my story but you ain't really listen The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken My mama told me, "watch the snakes, " I didn't pay attention I had to pay the consequences because they fuckin' bit me, oh And don't play with xo because he got a gun And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi if We bounce out with choppas, I know they better run 'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty Bitches silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty bitches Flip a jit, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us Free the real (Keep the rest), until my brothers free Jits really walking around with thoughts of killing me Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get shit for free Ayy, keep that shit in drive, don't even park the car Ayy, xo he trippin', he goin' bar for bar And they know I'ma finish so they don't even start And we came a long way from running fades at the park No cap, it's xo, but that's beside the point Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint Bitch, I'm with my best friends XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs

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