Kevin Xanmuels (Intro)

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[Intro] Nah, rags to riches I started off with G-Shock in the trenches, you know what I'm sayin'? (Trill800) We shootin', we won't let no [?] (Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, foo') [Chorus] I really pray that your luck changin' Got sticks out the window, we gun aimin' Had a phone book in jail, get up, Damon Whole lotta drank, this shit got the cup stainin' We never hop out, we damn walk with that .50 This bitch head got filthy Yeah, we GTA livin', ain't talkin' Tee Grizzley Lil' nigga keep cryin', keep actin' like a sissy Pick your poison, we got venom for rattlesnakes .45 hittin' his shoe like a Drac' Take your man down from the 448s Heard that he bluffin', ain't gettin' his tape Bad bitch, what you break my heart for? If you tryna fight me, we bringin' that Glock for you I mix that shit up, I might bring back the concords I put the shit in microwave like some popcorn Whole family, I'm tryna be a leader for 'em [Verse] We come to his door like it's pizza for him Nigga dumb if he think I don't keep it on me Time get hard, wanna know who will be there for me Migo plug, nigga live in El Salvador Too sharp, I can see through your eyes and I found 'em for you Niggas green as shit, got robbed for the coward on him Locked in a cell then a young nigga, uh, started readin' more My nigga don't give fucks Get killed for a drink of water I'm in the hood like my car parts is leakin' oil Grandmother keep on tellin' me, "It's demons on you" Anything fucked up, nigga, I'll be there for you Miami trappin', got sticks on the beach It's a home invasion, fill the bottle with bleach My plug out of town, he keep talkin' Greek Made for this shit, I could fold up neat He this big stepper, I'm assumin' Bitch, I'm a star, nigga, like I'm Jewish Snake his ass out, nigga, call me Judas Don't hop on that Shark Tank, Mark Cuban I got a scar on my face like the movies I'm around all the killers like Doofy Real stepper, nigga, don't tempt me Find your baby mother like, "Surprise, Sydney" Gale Weathers, know that bitch ride with me My man drunk on the lean, he got punched in his kidneys Rap nigga, shoot up your S550 Got a show next week, bitches showin' they titties Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy I stay in the trap with iCarly like Gibby Ran back to his mother, matter fact, we just shipped him This ain't Call of Duty, we got guns like Shipment [Chorus] I really pray that your luck changin' Got sticks out the window, we gun aimin' Had a phone book in jail, get up, Damon Whole lotta drank, this shit got the cup stainin' We never hop out, we damn walk with that .50 This bitch head got filthy Yeah, we GTA livin', ain't talkin' Tee Grizzley Lil' nigga keep cryin', keep actin' like a sissy Pick your poison, we got venom for rattlesnakes .45 hittin' his shoe like a Drac' Take your man down from the 448s Heard that he bluffin', ain't gettin' his tape Bad bitch, what you break my heart for? If you tryna fight me, we bringin' that Glock for you I mix that shit up, I might bring back the concords I put the shit in microwave like some popcorn
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