Lyrics Don't Touch That Remote - Xavier Wulf

Don't Touch That Remote

You need to chill
I’m for real
It ain’t worth it
Don’t get killed
Know your place
Know your field
You can’t compare
I’m too skilled
Bitch I’m known to put a sucka to the dirt, make him hurt
I give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas or what you worth, I’m in Perth
With a bitch, tryna let me up her skirt, I need church
Imma flirt, and I’m always on the search, huh
We smokin' heavy
We kickin' back
It’s gettin' late
I text her back
«What's the deal?
Can we chill?»
Tell her «yeah»
Only if you gotta ounce on the sack
She like Adult Swim, I can deal with that
She like to cook, that’s a rare artifact
She roll a hundred blunts while I take a nap
Hollow Squad came, and now they runnin' back
Bitch