Lyrics

[Verse] Yeah She want a bag, I'll get it I ride wit' the Drac' like I'm beefin' wit' Kendrick Got a big-body Range, I ain't ridin' in a lemon Got aim wit' this Uzi, I'll blow out yo' tendon Like LLC, I'm standin' on business Yeah Makin' it out, nigga, I got a better way The baby keep screaming, we usin' that electric tape XanServin, I been servin' shit all day Show a nigga how to make 2 hundred out the hallway Beat a nigga wit' a clip 'til his jaw break Why they put my dawgs in chains?, Eliantte Nigga, I'm old-school, I slide in a limo My life is at stake, they ain't give me Del Frisco's I'll drop my whole rap career if you bluffin' Man, give me that Drac', I'ma Kirk like Cousins Don't Be A Mеnace, rob a bitch for her number Takе bro out the whip, put his face on the muffler I was ridin' wit' stick, had my iPod on shuffle Get up wit' my brother, if I was Sonic, I would've killed Knuckles Nigga, I'm Xan and got bands like a butler Nigga couldn't rush me if he was Chris Tucker Hit L3 on the stick, I'll truck you Malibu's Most Wanted, who got some duckets? Backdoor my own man, nigga, I'm like fuck it Y'all talk about Melly, I blew up my cousin I'll let the chop sing, Jennifer Hudson See all of these niggas like Harriet Tubman I love the glock so much, I put my dick in the barrel, nigga, I'm tryna fuck it Blow up your uncle like Ruckus Just bought me a 50 cal., tryna see if I could tuck it Slide wit' any gun, he got hit wit' a musket Send him to heaven, he seein' them trumpets Nigga, I'm Fent Faiyaz, when you want it? Too many milligrams, went up a hundred I'm Kevin Gates in the hood, I'ma jump it Dropped out of school, I don't know about suffix Glock go ba-da-ba-ba, yeah, I love it Let's have a standoff, see who the toughest Hate you, baby, I'm tired of that chatter Bae said she want me to love her, but just like this gun, I don't want no attachment Yeah I was the first nigga up in the hood got a Chinese plug wearin' Kappa Yeah Nigga, I'll pull out this stick, hit a fuck nigga playin', make him dance like he Certified Trappa Nigga, I'm Xan, I'll take me a bottle of pills on stage, not a regular rapper Nigga, I can hop out the van, I could call Saiya Wick, he'll Goku on a nigga like Nappa Nigga, we hop out the van wit' the .762, we'll knock down the street like a tractor Nigga, I'm droppin' a hundred, I ain't sign a deal where I paid all the loans like FAFSA Fightin' them demons like Tommy on Casper Nigga, I'm talkin' 'bout ghosts Got so much money, buy a bitch a new throat I bought her a Birkin or a Marc Jacobs' tote That stick, it look like my dick in my coat I ain't Harley Quinn, bitch, you think it's a joke I was so down bad, I ain't even have soap I was so down bad, make a roast in a toaster Nigga, told me to stop, I ain't even have rotors My white plug'll kill you for an Xbox controller I'll walk in a church wit' a peice, shit atrocious Like public huntin', air this bitch in the open Get an instakill like Kino der Toten Yeah