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Intro

 

Intro

(альбом: Xan Servin' 4 - 2019)


A-AR pistol, Glock.9
We-we do not care that her pops died
"Xan what you outside for?"
I'm just waiting 'til the opps slide
It-it came with it, I ain't cop mine
Niggas scared, so they on the opps side
Fill his baby bottle with peroxide
NIggas trap backwards, they ain't clockwise
Off a bar, got me lunching
Slid on him, get to crunkin
That's his party, we gon slide to the function
Glock with a knife like I'm carving a pumpkin
Bullets sharp, so they came with instructions
Big drums, like I'm playing percussion
Young nigga, start from bottom like dungeons
MCM's on my feet, get to stomping

"Aye Xan, how much you pay for that stick?" Nothing!
Niggas know I got 4-5's, tumbling
He say he trapping, he lied, bluffing
He in the field, we gon' truck him
Stop faking nigga, run up your bag
British plug keep calling me "lad"
My father the plug, get zips from my dad
Two-tone Glock, nigga look like plaid
Shoot on the couch, nigga, DJ Vlad
Y'all niggas rap niggas, no collab
250 for a zip of that gas
I feel like 2Pac, money rag
Catch him at the let out, then he got stabbed
I keep a pit, call me Brad
Slid in a rental, with no tags
I got a dog, it don't wag
All the way turnt, Roscoe Dash
Pump rip up his vest, like a tag
He ain't want smoke, like a drag
Heard that he hot, he keep tabs
We heard he dead, yeah we glad
Blow him up, like I'm throwing a frag
Under pressure, niggas turn into fags
I sold him Scooby, nigga, call me Shag
I put a QP in the plas-tic
Favorite gun is the MAC-10
Off an addy, feel like Pa-trick
Oh he dead, that is past-tense
Walk down in a flat-bed
You green for real, you ain't bad-bitch
Needles like we giving tats-bitch
You ain't killing, why you act-bitch?

AR pistol, Glock.9
We-we do not care that her pops died
"Xan what you outside for?"
I'm just waiting 'til the opps slide
It came with it, I ain't cop mine
Niggas scared, so they on the opps side
Fill his baby bottle with peroxide
NIggas trap backwards, they ain't clockwise
Off a bar, got me lunching
Slid on him, get to crunkin
That's his party, we gon slide to the function
Glock with a knife like I'm carving a pumpkin
Bullets sharp, so they came with instructions
Big drums, like I'm playing percussion
Young nigga, start from bottom like dungeons
MCM's on my feet, get to stomping

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