XTalik - Hippy lyrics

[Verse 1 : XTalik] Yeah,I'm f**ing b**hes they relieve stress Yeah I'm getting new hoes f** my old ex They just stay on Snapchat Show their nice breasts I get her in my pad And then we bowflex, aye Drop top foreign with the horse in it Just got a new coupe and no its not rented Ralph Lauren type sh**, I love that horse in it When we pull up for the drop, got the windows tinted aye Shes wanna high key see me I give her vitamins My dick get her hi - C She use no hands Like a motherf**ing amputee She wanna s** D Drink me, like I'm fiji Water. I'm just dripping on your team Sleeping on you n***as MLK I gotta dream I'm PC paper chasing to the motherf**ing cream When it comes money, stay addicted like a fiend [Chorus] I pull up to your b**h Like, Where your line at I needa hit you one time Do you mind that? I wanna blow your f**ing mind Redefine that I wanna hit it from the back, make it clap back Like Aye We can go home get it on Like Aye Back that a** up, make it clap Like Aye f** you in the back, b**h I Mack Like Aye Hard on these thots, she drop top Like Aye Not another coupe She drops knees, s** on me So many thirsty hoes wanna ride my D She take shots of my kids, get tipsy Made her hop off my board, like a hippy [Verse 2 : XTalik] Yeah, I'm the demon to this underworld

Give a f** about monogamy II'll f** your girl Cliche as as partys And hard as f**ing nails Bombarding this harbor Going for the k** If time is money then my gun is the f**ing bill Pay up, With your life or with that paper man I'm gonna spray up Dont even try to get away I'll put your life on lay away Pay me your worth or more shots gonna come your way Yeah, i ain't about that f** sh** Triple six with my views and my f**ing whole clique Dragon tribe coming from the motherf**ing fire pits I got the goat head for these custom made outfits Like, Look at my wrist, Aye I got a girl, Aye She got a style From beyond The underworld, Aye If a n***a try to f** with me or my queen I'm taking heads off f**ing cut clean With the guillotine [Chorus] I pull up to your b**h Like, Where your line at I needa hit you one time Do you mind that? I wanna blow your f**ing mind Redefine that I wanna hit it from the back, make it clap back Like Aye We can go home get it on Like Aye Back that a** up, make it clap Like Aye f** you in the back, b**h I Mack Like Aye Hard on these thots, she drop top Like Aye Not another coupe She drops knees, s** on me So many thirsty hoes wanna ride my D She take shots of my kids, get tipsy Made her hop off my board, like a hippy