180 lyrics

by

Xavy Rusan


[Chorus: Tilden Parc]
Y'all n*ggas comin' 'til you live, live from a place where nobody else, know to take it
They hand out, they want us and spin the pile-pile right 'cause they realize that we gon' crazy (Yeah)
Yeah, I flip my pile, really did that 180, yeah (Skrt)
Yeah, I flip my pile, really did that 180
Y'all n*ggas comin' 'til you live, live from a place where nobody else, know to take it
They hand out, they want us and spin the pile-pile right 'cause they realizе that we gon' crazy (Yeah)
Yeah, I flip my pilе, really did that 180, yeah (Skrt)
Yeah, I flip my pile, really did that 180

[Post-Chorus: Xavy Rusan & Tilden Parc]
Who's that gon' tell me I can't do? (I can't do)
Better be on time with my bankroll (My bankroll)
Talk fact, no ballcap, no lip work (No lip work)
Routine, like clockwork, my wrist work (My wrist go like, tick-tick)

[Verse 1: Tilden Parc]
I flourish, the coupe got no roof on it
I'm tauntin', I'm all in the moment
Everything lit, I don't miss
Tell someone get John on the line, send the invoice, it's comin'
I'm thumbin' through stacks of that cobalt
They aggin' me on, so I'm goin' off
I got 'em mad, I show off
They treatin' my life like it's no law
I never flex above my knees
I split the cream on my try it, don't eye it
Don't "bro" me, don't know me, you not regime
Tell the one with the crown that my eye is on it, yeah
I see you move through the blaze, they precaution
They snakin', they seein' me
Money tree, rake up the royalties
I got a Queen, yeah, she goin' me
She makin' me feel like I'm royalty
It's probably 'cause you royalty (Yeah)
I just got fresh with the goated piece shrug, showed the emoji, okay, you know it's me
Diamonds soul dancin', singin' like Jodeci
Ten outta ten every time 'til they notice me
f*ck what you thought I was 'posed to be (Haha)
Ain't nobody close to me
Granted my hands touch the billboards
And they printin' my face on the Billboard
They envy my drip, I'm enlightened
You should let go with that hate but you feel more
I make 'em rage every time they get flame
When they hear what I say, comin' straight from the source, yeah
I come a long way from the cove by the shore, and my boy, I'm enjoyin' this!
[Chorus: Tilden Parc]
Y'all n*ggas comin' 'til you live, live from a place where nobody else, know to take it
They hand out, they want us and spin the pile-pile right 'cause they realize that we gon' crazy (Yeah)
Yeah, I flip my pile, really did that 180, yeah (Skrt-skrt)
Yeah, I flip my pile, really did that 180

[Post-Chorus: Xavy Rusan & Tilden Parc]
Who's that gon' tell me I can't do? (I can't do)
Better be on time with my bankroll (My bankroll)
Talk fact, no ballcap, no lip work (No lip work)
Routine, (Ay) like clockwork, my wrist work (My wrist go like, tick-tick)

[Verse 2: Xavy Rusan]
Hop out that new thang, goin' crazy
They be like, "Look girl, that's Xavy"
Young n*gga sauced up, I'm gravy
Suede on the bo' shoes, that's wavy
Chief Rocka, young drop Toppa, got the ops Stoppa, that's man, though
Ain't nan n*gga f*ckin' with me, but I see him doin' what he can, though
And I came in this b*tch with the ruffians, loaded, I'm bufferin', flex and I'm buff again
Winnin', they know that I'm up again, talk like he bustin', I know we gon' bluff again
Sweatsuit with the suede on it, not a stain on it, just Tupac scent
Got a thang for the paper piles and the brown babies with the accent
And they know that it's really up, f*ck the coppas, we tear the whole city up
Hit the stage and she holdin' them titties up
'Bout to flip me a Hunnid plus fifty up
They be poppin' that sh*t for the internet
They want a Oscar, I'm cool on the fakery, though
How you doin' the most when you doin' the least?
They be loafin' on bakery mode
I got 'em screw-faced like they smell somethin', but it makes sense I'm that, ask her man
Top billin', then I'm crop killin', and I'm not feelin' all that extra sh*t
Salt duckin' with a spice girl, playin' Top Chef for the Hunnid dips
Every app like the Cash App when you really get into the money flips
[Chorus: Tilden Parc]
Y'all n*ggas comin' 'til you live, live from a place where nobody else, know to take it
They hand out, they want us and spin the pile-pile right 'cause they realize that we gon' crazy (Yeah)
Y'all n*ggas comin' 'til you live, live from a place where nobody else, know to take it
They hand out, they want us and spin the pile-pile right 'cause they realize that we gon' crazy (Yeah)

[Outro: Tilden Parc]
Oooh
Goin' crazy, go crazy!
Ay
Black! Black!
Uh-huh
Whoo
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