Don't Touch That Remote - Xavier Wulf

You need to chill

I’m for real

It ain’t worth it

Don’t get killed

Know your place

Know your field

You can’t compare

I’m too skilled

Bitch I’m known to put a sucka to the dirt, make him hurt

I give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas or what you worth, I’m in Perth

With a bitch, tryna let me up her skirt, I need church

Imma flirt, and I’m always on the search, huh

We smokin' heavy

We kickin' back

It’s gettin' late

I text her back

«What's the deal?

Can we chill?»

Tell her «yeah»

Only if you gotta ounce on the sack

She like Adult Swim, I can deal with that

She like to cook, that’s a rare artifact

She roll a hundred blunts while I take a nap

Hollow Squad came, and now they runnin' back

Bitch