45% (Xelishurt Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, aye
She wanna f*ck with when I’m up in the cut
Yeah, feelin’ these shots and that boy better duck (Yuh)
Hip on my blade and you’re gonna get stuck
Yeah, roll through the town and I’ll chill, finna chuck (Uh)
She wanna f*ck when I’m up in the cut (Yuh)
Failing these shots and that boy better duck (Uh)
Feelin’ my blade and you’re gonna get stuck (Yuh)
Roll through the town and I’ll chill, fit my chuck (Yuh)
Snatchin’ your life, pus*y boy outta luck (Yuh)
I make a mess little b*tch, like a mug (Yuh)
She in the bag and I wanna get top now
Yeah, watchin’ the bodies, all fall and they drop now
I put the gang little b*tch, 'cause I’m hot now
You okay? (Aye, aye, ayе, aye)
Pop, gotta pop out

[Verse 1]
Hop in the pit b*tch I’m swingin’ my fist (Yuh)
Me and my bladе when you ain’t give me my wrist (Yuh)
Hittin’ the gas and this b*tch ain’t in (Yuh)
I’ll tell ya up little b*tch I got rizzed (Yuh)
Crankin’ this total, little b*tch, I get passed on
Yeah, spendin' their racks, tryna shoppin' a bat now (Uh-huh)
Aye, slide through the cut, b*tch I’m droppin’ a baddie
You fist the big sh*t with the [?] my MAC's on (Yeah)
I’ma send this, you feel this, on b*tch with a pass on
Yeah, rollin’ the paper, lil' b*tch it’s like trash now
She wanna f*ck with when I’m up in the cut
Killin’ these shots and that boy better duck (Uh)
Grab on that blade and you’re gonna get stuck (Yuh)
Roll through the town and I'll chill, fit to chuck (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
From me a bag and I gon' leave it done (Yay)
Every little thing that I want is my fun (Yay)
[Verse 2]
I get the racks, little b*tch I might slide in (Slide in)
Just wanna f*ck and she know that I’ll dive in (Dive in)
Yeah, babe on my sweater little b*tch it’s like diamonds
Slice on that b*tch and my sh*t is the finest (Yeah)
Look at my beam and I'm spinnin’ these racks (Yuh)
All you pussies, just pus*y that’s facts
Yeah, bag on my tee and Supreme on my mask
Sip like it's slow till I’m hittin’ that gas
Wait in the Porsche, little b*tch in a pit
Uh, makin’ them bleed when they meet at my fist (Aye, aye, aye)
Uh, me and my teammate get back to my wrist (Yuh)
Drop like a band and much manned on her gills (Yuh)
She turn me on when I flip like a switch (Yuh)
Droppin’ ten bands on my mof*ckin’ wrist (Aye, aye)
Run or go f*ck on that b*tch for m ore sh*t (Yuh)
Send it sideways on that chick and for tippin' (Yuh)
Like b*tch I do better, that pus*y get wetter
Yuh, put the big racks on the cheese just like cheddar
Yuh, I’ll favorite the feds, I got the chain on my sweater (Yuh)
Fare in a kid, little b*tch I do better
Aye, NP sit on my hat uh
Yeah, come here sit on my rack uh
Yeah, hit from that back side, goin’ do outside
Yeah spin the big rack on my mof*ckin’ house party (Aye, aye)
[Outro]
She wanna f*ck with when I’m up in the cut (Yuh)
Killin’ these shots and that boy better duck (Uh)
Grab on that blade and it stuck in his guts (Yuh)
Roll through the town and I’ll chill, finna chuck (Yuh)