YCK - X Marks the Spot

Bitch told me I was fresh like a spring roll
Iced out coat you should know I like my rings gold
Bitch told me I was raw like I'm King Cole
South Seoul repping every time all the drinks cold

Never not switching on bitches they missing
The dick but I cannot give that
Pissing on wishes I'm burning the bridges
Like fuck what I cannot give back

I've been up looking for loot
Bitch if I got to I'll shoot
Step the fuck back or you're biting the curb
Back on the ground sleeping in dirt

Green in the jar keys in the car
Taking no breaks I stay going hard
Fucking with my life
Bitches coming out to fight

Fists up in the flesh
Ripping weed inside the sesh
I've been going since the morning
Whipping back inside the foreign

Bitch told me I was fresh like a spring roll
Iced out coat you should know I like my rings gold
Bitch told me I was raw like I'm King Cole
South Seoul repping every time all the drinks cold

Taking all my time
Making rhymes smoking dimes
Motherfucking punk bitch
Don't ever move an inch

Known as one persona
Till the day I reach nirvana
Bitches biting by the second
Feeling lucky count your blessings

Sniffing out a straw
Snow white I call that broad
Creeping out the fucking night
Paper trail to make behind

Never not returning back
Spending my shit earn it back
Bitch I'm all alone
I said that back a while ago

Bitch told me I was fresh like a spring roll
Iced out coat you should know I like my rings gold
Bitch told me I was raw like I'm King Cole
South Seoul repping every time all the drinks cold

Written by:
YCK

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