X Factor (Unreleased)

[Intro: Lauryn Hill and B-Lovee]

I keep letting you back in (Grah, grah)

How can I explain myself

DJ Swill B!

[Chorus: B Lovee]

And i'm tired of this shit, everybody act like they ridin' and shit

But that shit is all cap they just ridin' my dick

They don't know what to do they ain't poppin the fifth

Two knocks in the V when im slidin'

Caught a opp in the street had to fry him

Ain't no love in the street they be slimin'

They don't love he a tweak he get violent

She get low, then I get to breakin' her back

Imma get low, hollows go straight through his back

Double cup in that spot I just need to relax

And them boys ain't outside but i'm brining a Tec

Like who next?

Smokin' Rah that shit hurting my chest

Couple bars that might cost 'em a check

Don't do cars but I need a Corvette

[Verse 1: B Lovee]

Did the dash, think that he on me

30 blast, get 'em off me

Dirty past, I can't speak about that

If you speakin' on him I'ma tweak about that

Gotta creep with the heat on my lap

Ain't no speakin' on them I'ma tweak on the track

Ain't no kissin' on her I just beat on the cat

Ain't no tweakin on her so he better relax, it get tact'

Brodie creep in the back with the Mac

Where he at? Niggas Cap

Just stop saying that shit in your tracks

Pistols blastin', he get left in the pack just for actin'

Since a jit I was all about action

No kizzy, spot a opp we got fuck up this glizzy

NFL, fell in love with the shooting like Phil

That boy is a chump he don't know how it feel

When your life on the line gotta go for the kill

If I spot me a opp get to blowin' the steel

He talkin' on that, spin his block so he know that it's real

Go too wock when he off of that pill

On two of that wock I don't know how to feel

[Chorus: B Lovee]

A-a-and i'm tired of this shit, everybody act like they ridin' and shit

But that shit is all cap they just ridin' my dick

They don't know what to do they ain't poppin the fifth

Two knocks in the V when im slidin'

Caught a opp in the street had to fry him

Ain't no love in the street they be slimin'

They don't love he a tweak he get violent

She get low, then I get to breakin' her back

Imma get low, hollows go straight through his back

Double cup in that spot I just need to relax

And them boys ain't outside but i'm brining a Tec

Like who next?

Smokin' Rah that shit hurting my chest

Couple bars that might cost 'em a check

Don't do cars but I need a Corvette