Lyrics See Thru - Xavy Rusan

See Thru

Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Look
Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»
No roof on my top, and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»
No roof on my top, and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Big flex, might swole her
Double cup and I’m poled up
Niggas hatin' like «Hol' up»
What’s the problem, I’m poled up
Big flex, might swole her
Hard 'bout it, they fold up
Shawty say I done glowed up
Double text' on my phone, I
Fuck with your boy, I’m the man of the year
I’m not a fan of your peers (No way)
Serve 'em with fate, I’m gonna hand them the shears
H not the man he appears (No way)
Hart of a lion, I’m trampling fears
I look the man in the mirror (Dear fate)
Crowd me a river to stand in the tears
You 'bout to stand in the clear (Keep it)
I’m going crazy, niggas'
How are they ever gon' fuck with the kid?
Put it on baby, you do not faze me
Boy I do not give a fuck what you did
Eating that kitty, she stuntin' my rear (Yup)
How can I tust fucking with the pigs?
(Bro?)
Bro got a Glock and a couple of seeds
He think about splitting a couple of weeks (Brr)
Shawty my DNA all real nigga
And I ain’t even gotta deal with you
If I ain’t never split a bill with you
I got Hennesey and (Aha)
Babygirl wearing Nada (Yeah)
Ass growing from a cider (Aha)
Bathrobe in this Prada (Facts)
Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup)
Granddaddy 'boutta zip lock
Flex season, I’m road runnin'
I’m stayin' all in my tip-top (Firr)
Young man with the old minds
So I ain’t worryin' 'bout
I be up 'till sunrise
I’m staying out on my night shift
I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hunnads
I’m jiggy, I’m flexin' a bit
Figured I’d hit it and quit it
I’m busy, I ain’t got the minutes for textin' that bitch
Came from the gutter with me and my brother
I’m moving my mother right out of the city
Bitch, I’m a star and they know I go hard
So I’m kissin' the babies and signing them titties
Go blingin' like Chingo (Ey)
Rockstar like Ringo (Ey)
Checks coming in, back to back
I’ma line them up like beans though (Chi-ching)
Oh, I think that they like me (Yup)
They be all on my wood tip
Not a stain on my white tee
I’m poppin' all of this good shit
Big flex, might swole her
Double cup and I’m poled up
Niggas hatin' like «Hol' up»
What’s the problem, I’m poled up
Big flex, might swole her
Hard 'bout it, they fold up
Shawty say I done glowed up
Double text' on my phone, I
Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»
No roof on my top, and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Babygirl love my bop and I’m like «Me too»
No roof on my top, and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the, don’t stop shit, ain’t gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?