XTC XTC XTC yo Drip the blood, bitch that is me yo We from New York, don't you come at me We eatin' good, check the calories That boyz we just heard some XTC yo We feel the flow, feel the harmony I'm the dream girl, she be on me yo She ain't like us, she want our money I used to be, but I play like the reals Hey, nice to meet you girl, but I don't need you My lyrics fun, my hoes illegal Called up my dude and he told me to leave Who loved that ho? That ho was my best friend She only kissy for me, she be neckin' This is Hong Kong, the boy who is you destined Beggin' that boy, you get cool like my breath I flipped her back, spent $10 on her necklace Don't drop a gucci, that pussy some XTC That *** goin' crazy, that's anarchy Ain't got you, bitch, and she textin' me Trivial than the folks that are next to me But all that cash is just cheddar cheese Yo, ay Like, I'm whippin' an Audi I'm skirtin' no driftin' I *** on your bitch and I *** on her sister I turned the bitch off from my hoe to a Christian Like, I ain't no killer, but my finger itchin' Yeah, me and myself, but you know it's rewindin' I'm 1,400 and I eat her like dinner No, I cannot *** her if she ain't no spillin' Ay, ay, ay XTC, XTC, XTC, oh Ay, ay, ay XTC, XTC, XTC, oh Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay Ooh Ay, ay Ayy Ooh Ayy Ayy Ayy Ayy Ayy Ayy Ayy Look for the homie, yo Don't get your girl, she be on me, yo She in my car, she want her money Outro Outro Outro Outro Outro