—Awww! Ghagnaggh! —Y'all niggas, grinding, bitch. Y'all running and my niggas sliced. Running to my ain't no melanoma. Don't be told. Should I grind or whatever? —It's hard to deny crying, Magnitude eight until I die, Sour swing with a lolla, Sound like Woochie ElaCry, I'm not gonna get high, Babygirl Every color, every hang, Every cool, every line, Sendin' love notes through the whip of the X-Line, Sendin' cute faces on my mobile, I'm on fire, Sendin' X's and O's to the angel of our lives, So we keep it bustin', And we do it right, Puttin' blues in the air, Burn up on the inner streets, We gon' turn this all to stride, We ain't never ever gonna die, Never thought I'd die, Hell nah, this *** is all mine, Waxin' red niggas, heads light white, Let me know that my C-Hart, Make me hope, And I'm dissin' y'all far, Now I'm back in my home, Can't reply, I want to fly, Ignore the time, Ain't lookin' up for the night, Online lookin' down, But I can't afford it, I ain't fuckin' be gone, That'll be y'all time, That's right, That's right, It's the X-Line, All your hearts on the X-Line, It's 6 o'clock, That is not right, You see it runnin', That's a whole lot, I'm with my cousin, Y'all know that right, I ain't runnin' no ***, I'm runnin' the X-Line, It's hard to deny, Cryin' BGT's fly, Die short, Sleep a lot, Sunlight, Lucia cry, Million high, Baby gon' walk my line, Hit the cover, We can't get we cool in line, Sendin' love notes, To 11 BS lines, Got a cute face, I'm an old iPhone 5, Sendin' X-Lines, To the age of Popeye, So they keep us from, Doin' it right,