Lyrics
Whoa, yeah, ayy
Can't sip Sprite with the Hi-Tech, ayy
Can't sip Sprite with the Hi-Tech
Ayy, whoa, huh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Must be a X on my chest
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa
Ayy, ayy, ayy, whoa
Can't sip Sprite with the Hi-Tech, ayy
That shit too pure to digest, ayy
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
This pure X loosen my chest, ayy
I should've died but not yet, ayy
I ain't even finished my project, ayy
Shoulder to cry, I'm not it, ayy
I don't even think I'm high yet
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
Too much X lock my chest, ayy
L.A. ho' take my breath, ayy
Leave with her, fake my death
No seal, no deal, my motto
No high, no thrill, it's all gone
Xan flights, I'm switchin' timezone
Do drugs, don't know what I know
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
I don't even greet no dumb bitch
Look easy to me, too fun bitch
That's easy to me, I done this
'Tech bleed in the cream, no Sunkist
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
Do you see a X on my chest? Ayy
Let's die now, fuck a sunset, ayy
Let's die now, fuck a sunset
Ayy, whoa, uh, ayy, whoa
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
Do you see a X on my chest? Ayy
Let's die now, fuck a sunset
Ayy, whoa, whoa, ayy
Let's die now, fuck a sunset, ayy
Let's die now, fuck a sunset, ayy
Let's die now, fuck a sunset
Ayy, whoa, ayy, whoa, ayy
Must be a X on my chest, ayy
Must be a X on my chest
Ayy, whoa, whoa
Whoa, ayy, uh, whoa, whoa
Whoa, huh, ayy
Writer(s): Lc Camel Jr, Ariel Rollins
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