Lyrics

[Intro: Xanman] 954 Mafia If you ain't tuned in to DJ Uncle Lieek Lieek you bullshittin' I'm a real-lifer, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Xanman] I'm a real nigga I'm a real lifer Rap nigga need to go to a cypher TEC-9 hangin' out of the Viper, yeah Call [?] she skirt off in a Chrysler Bag on me now I look like a hiker Two bars make a nigga feel hyper Walk-down I'ma creep like a tiger Put his daughter on the grip with a lighter Come in the stu' shot him and his writer Wipe the blood off the car with the wipers He got killed from a tweet man they siced him Thought he had Wock' that's apple cider Send the addy' we gon' say we invite him Cuz hate whole time [?] it's idle U-U spin the bin with no title [Verse 1: Boowop] Boowop Walk-down when I'm hittin' the rifle Ain't choosin' no pick I ain't doin' no raffle [?] got horsepower get a saddle [?] Shootin' at niggas [?] [?] Codeine in my bladder I was down bad 'til I learned how to flip 185 come and get you a zip Talk tough on the 'Gram but in person get dipped Designer Dope Boys everyday we be cakin' [?] view ain't talkin' 'bout Haitian Homicide Boy by affiliation (Homicide Homicide) Shootin' at niggas no hesitation Stuck in the hood I don't take vacation Me and Xan' history in the making while these rap niggas steady hatin' and [?] [Chorus: Xanman] I'm a real nigga I'm a real lifer Rap nigga need to go to a cypher TEC-9 hangin' out of the Viper, yeah Call [?] she skirt off in a Chrysler Bag on me now I look like a hiker Two bars make a nigga feel hyper Walk-down I'ma creep like a tiger Put his daughter on the grip with a lighter Come in the stu' shot him and his writer Wipe the blood off the car with the wipers He got killed from a tweet man they siced him Thought he had Wock' that's apple cider Send the addy' we gon' say we invite him Cuz hate whole time [?] it's idle U-U spin the bin with no title [Verse 2: Xanman] 600 clips no Black Disciples This ain't Fortnite ain't no revival Lil Jojo get hit off your 'cycle These niggas change like they on they cycle Cuz say he want [?] and it's final, yeah You shot a basketball I shot a rifle I put a QP like a spiral We ain't beefin' holmes you not my rival White mans now they callin' me Michael Asian for a lick I feel like Swiper Cuz say "You rob a plug?" well I might've Sweevy bust a script go to the [?] Hole in his head like he had a visor I sent the addy well time you arrivin' Cuz bluffin' when he know he not slidin' [Chorus: Xanman] I'm a real nigga I'm a real lifer Rap nigga need to go to a cypher TEC-9 hangin' out of the Viper, yeah Call [?] she skirt off in a Chrysler Bag on me now I look like a hiker Two bars make a nigga feel hyper Walk-down I'ma creep like a tiger Put his daughter on the grip with a lighter Come in the stu' shot him and his writer Wipe the blood off the car with the wipers He got killed from a tweet man they siced him Thought he had Wock' that's apple cider Send the addy' we gon' say we invite him Cuz hate whole time [?] it's idle U-U spin the bin with no title [Outro] [?] man, and you rocking with a DJ Uncle Lieek Lieek exclusive