Scorin – Xavier Weeks (feat. Lucus)

[Xavier Weeks:]
Slaughters, what’s good?
Xavier Lucus
Yeah, oh

I’m in a foreign, had to go explorin’ (Yeah, yeah)
.223s to his head, Michael Jordan (Swish)
We don’t keep score, we keep on scorin’ (Uh)
Like I said, lil’ bitch, we keep on scorin’
Damn yeah

Yeah, now the city fuckin’ with me (With me)
They ain’t show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)
Yeah, now the city fuckin’ with me (With me)
They ain’t show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)

Yeah we really ain’t new to this
But all it happened so fast I ain’t used to it (Ooh)
Big woods to the face no swishers
Now bitches always askin’ for a picture
Damn, yeah
Yeah I’m really in my cut now
Same bitches I used to hate really wanna fuck now
Wait, you won’t name us in the background
We was dead broke, bitch, count my fuckin’ racks now

Yeah, now the city fuckin’ with me (With me)
They ain’t show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)
Yeah, now the city fuckin’ with me (With me)
They ain’t show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)

[Lucus:]
Yeah, bitch I’m scorin’, I’m in a foreign
I just pulled up fucking on a bitch she way too boring, yeah
Yeah, stop tryna be me
I just pull up swervin’ and you see I’m in a beamer, yeah
Wait, shawty can I keep her? yeah
But she said that she’s a keeper, yeah
Broke her heart had leave her, yeah
Then I pass her to the team, yeah
Me and Xavier in a beamer going fast
Fuck that bitch and then I leave her in the past
Me and Xavier going up on the daily
Getting money now but that shit won’t change me

[Xavier Weeks:]
Yeah, now the city fuckin’ with me (With me)
They ain’t show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)
Yeah, now the city fuckin’ with me (With me)
They ain’t show no love now they want to meet me (Meet me)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Nah)
Get a bag and stop tryna be me (Oh)

Slaughters, what’s good?