Better take notes on the SoCal sinner
Been loud with the gas and the sound not timid
Cop a new whip, all cash not rented
And you can't see in it, cuz my windows tinted
No cap, plus I got a passenger in it
Bad bitch independent, no plans for a wedding
Ass fat with a passion for packin' the green, got a Louie V bag with a lot cash in it
Back on my business, on attack mode with it, with the wax in my pen kid Cudi dat hmmm
Better know my energy attractive, pass it back to me, packin' it, we on the moon
Bonnie and Clyde, girl we on the move
Couple of savages on the loose
You know that you bad for me, I'm bad for you
And we shouldn't look back to the past but we do
Telling me her ex was f*ck boy, why you go back to him? Baby girl that's on you
Shoulda known a f*ck boy gonna do f*ck boy shit and he gonna make f*ck boy moves
I'm the man I know
Make plans on you
When I get that guap spendin' racks on you
When we dance in the club and it's packed and she wanna go to bachelor pad, take pants off oooh
Pourin' up another one dammit we faded
God dammit baby
So much damn time that we spend wasted
So don't play me, ain't no games here
Fake shit well I had enough
My amount of ex's addin' up
O's in the bank countin' up
Only really look happy on camera
Well, enough bad vibes
Living that life
I need a good time
But I'm a bad guy
Try to find light
Of A different kind
Than the sun outside
Make you go blind
How you feel
How you deal
When nobody real
Poppin' pills? Wait
Still
Ima chill
When I meet someone real
Ima feel great
Hol up, pour up that whiskey and cola
Don't know better we sad still pour up
Solo kinda like the cups we hold on
To when we kick it with the crew, I gotta
Trip when I need a refresh, I'm feelin it
Put you on to a new sound
Loud. Deal with it
Too loud, can't hear shit, not anything
Ear drum pop, from the glock blah, finish him
Killin' the old me
Oh nah
We really not homies
Ya, he did not know me
F*ck all of that shit I'm zoning out
Roll another we floatin'
Wavy we coasting now
And my homies hold it down
Y'all Xeroes don't know me now
Loudlyj - Xeroes Lyrics
Loudlyj - Xeroes Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Better take notes on the SoCal sinner
Been loud with the gas and the sound not timid
Cop a new whip, all cash not rented
And you can't see in it, cuz my windows tinted
No cap, plus I got a passenger in it
Bad bitch independent, no plans for a wedding
Ass fat with a passion for packin' the green, got a Louie V bag with a lot cash in it
Back on my business, on attack mode with it, with the wax in my pen kid Cudi dat hmmm
Better know my energy attractive, pass it back to me, packin' it, we on the moon
Bonnie and Clyde, girl we on the move
Couple of savages on the loose
You know that you bad for me, I'm bad for you
And we shouldn't look back to the past but we do
Telling me her ex was f*ck boy, why you go back to him? Baby girl that's on you
Shoulda known a f*ck boy gonna do f*ck boy shit and he gonna make f*ck boy moves
I'm the man I know
Make plans on you
When I get that guap spendin' racks on you
When we dance in the club and it's packed and she wanna go to bachelor pad, take pants off oooh
Pourin' up another one dammit we faded
God dammit baby
So much damn time that we spend wasted
So don't play me, ain't no games here
Fake shit well I had enough
My amount of ex's addin' up
O's in the bank countin' up
Only really look happy on camera
Well, enough bad vibes
Living that life
I need a good time
But I'm a bad guy
Try to find light
Of A different kind
Than the sun outside
Make you go blind
How you feel
How you deal
When nobody real
Poppin' pills? Wait
Still
Ima chill
When I meet someone real
Ima feel great
Hol up, pour up that whiskey and cola
Don't know better we sad still pour up
Solo kinda like the cups we hold on
To when we kick it with the crew, I gotta
Trip when I need a refresh, I'm feelin it
Put you on to a new sound
Loud. Deal with it
Too loud, can't hear shit, not anything
Ear drum pop, from the glock blah, finish him
Killin' the old me
Oh nah
We really not homies
Ya, he did not know me
F*ck all of that shit I'm zoning out
Roll another we floatin'
Wavy we coasting now
And my homies hold it down
Y'all Xeroes don't know me now
Been loud with the gas and the sound not timid
Cop a new whip, all cash not rented
And you can't see in it, cuz my windows tinted
No cap, plus I got a passenger in it
Bad bitch independent, no plans for a wedding
Ass fat with a passion for packin' the green, got a Louie V bag with a lot cash in it
Back on my business, on attack mode with it, with the wax in my pen kid Cudi dat hmmm
Better know my energy attractive, pass it back to me, packin' it, we on the moon
Bonnie and Clyde, girl we on the move
Couple of savages on the loose
You know that you bad for me, I'm bad for you
And we shouldn't look back to the past but we do
Telling me her ex was f*ck boy, why you go back to him? Baby girl that's on you
Shoulda known a f*ck boy gonna do f*ck boy shit and he gonna make f*ck boy moves
I'm the man I know
Make plans on you
When I get that guap spendin' racks on you
When we dance in the club and it's packed and she wanna go to bachelor pad, take pants off oooh
Pourin' up another one dammit we faded
God dammit baby
So much damn time that we spend wasted
So don't play me, ain't no games here
Fake shit well I had enough
My amount of ex's addin' up
O's in the bank countin' up
Only really look happy on camera
Well, enough bad vibes
Living that life
I need a good time
But I'm a bad guy
Try to find light
Of A different kind
Than the sun outside
Make you go blind
How you feel
How you deal
When nobody real
Poppin' pills? Wait
Still
Ima chill
When I meet someone real
Ima feel great
Hol up, pour up that whiskey and cola
Don't know better we sad still pour up
Solo kinda like the cups we hold on
To when we kick it with the crew, I gotta
Trip when I need a refresh, I'm feelin it
Put you on to a new sound
Loud. Deal with it
Too loud, can't hear shit, not anything
Ear drum pop, from the glock blah, finish him
Killin' the old me
Oh nah
We really not homies
Ya, he did not know me
F*ck all of that shit I'm zoning out
Roll another we floatin'
Wavy we coasting now
And my homies hold it down
Y'all Xeroes don't know me now
Writer: Jordan Frodente
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid