X Factor

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
They playin’ fire with the leader, goddamn
Bitch, I’ma jump in two-seater, I’m slammin’
Last time I checked, went off the meter, don’t panic
Know I be outside, shawty fuck with my antics
“Cut ties for that bullshit,” you said
Don’t let the tweakin’ out get to your head
Niggas part-time real, I don’t understand
This ain’t part-time, whole time been gettin’ bands
Still on alpha, no bravo
Baby tell me she need that shit pronto
Since a youngin’ I been on that bullshit
None of these niggas could say I been lil’ bro
Make sure the same shit that you would live for, that you would kill for
Like how she look, walkin’ away, see the dimples
Background check on a ho, need the info
Need the review, let me know what it’s hittin’ for

[Verse]
Every time you on the X, that’s a setback
You won’t get the call, but you might get a text back
Brodie he ridin’ with some shit, push your dreads back
Slide to UK, turn this shit to the X Factor
Main convo’ not ’bout the cash, then it don’t matter
Fuck all that small talk, get to the dough faster
Hit from the back, she like, “Yeah, Tecca, go faster”
Pull up in Cullinan, this shit ain’t no Phantom

[Bridge]
Not enough, I know I been trying
That’s the real, yeah, why would I lie?
Wipe your tears, yeah, why you been cryin’?
Fuck them fears, you tryna get by
Seen a lot, I been ’round the block
It’s a lot that I cannot decide
I know everybody gon’ pick a side
Fuck that shit, shawty, hop in the ride

[Chorus]
They playin’ fire with the leader, goddamn
Bitch, I’ma jump in two-seater, I’m slammin’
Last time I checked, went off the meter, don’t panic
Know I be outside, shawty fuck with my antics
“Cut ties for that bullshit,” you said
Don’t let the tweakin’ out get to your head
Niggas part-time real, I don’t understand
This ain’t part-time, whole time been gettin’ bands
Still on alpha, no bravo
Baby tell me she need that shit pronto
Since a youngin’ I been on that bullshit
None of these niggas could say I been lil’ bro
Make sure the same shit that you would live for, that you would kill for
Like how she look, walkin’ away, see the dimples
Background check on a ho, need the info
Need the review, let me know what it’s hittin’ for