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Xanman
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Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Where you at, ho?
Yeah, where you at, ho?
Wondering where
Yeah, wondering where you at, ho?
(DJ Uncle Leek Leek, AKA the Jack of all trades)
(Fuck a turntable)
I got this Drac' for you
I got this Drac' for you
These niggas not gon' never shoot
Niggas not gon' shoot for you, ooh-ooh
You ride for me, I ride for you
I'ma ride for you, ooh-ooh
Baby, I got these 762s, ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, you smarter than these niggas
You go harder than these niggas
This 77 with Balenci' kicking
Shoot a nigga if he in your mentions
I'm two Xans in another dimension
Everything for you, girl, don't matter to me
I done went trappin' since a kid
Swear to God we gon' be it
Everything I got, you know that it's foreign
When I'm in the trap, sometimes I ignore it
Got a bag of Xans and aluminum foil
If we not together then we can be cold
I pull up and I'm shooting like Spike Lee
I'm a trap nigga so people don't like me
Good plug from Virginia to Bryant City
These niggas not real, you know they not icy
In the trap, you can call me Odyle
Trap house, nothin' but rise and fire
I get the zip and I'm movin' the mile
All white foreign lookin' like Kyle
I pull up, I'm not the type to fight you
That chopper make him fly just like a kite
Been MMDN, I don't like you
I'm on Gucci, no more Prada, I buy it
I got this Drac' for you
I got this Drac' for you
These niggas not gon' never shoot, ooh-ooh
You ride for me, I ride for you, ooh-ooh
Baby, I got these 762s, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got drugs in the back
Call Freaky, where you at?
Ooh-ooh-ooh
7.62 Aimin' at his back
I don't work at McDonald's but I got a MAC
Chopper make him do a backflip
Xanman got the MAC-10
Backdoor, caught him lackin'
Michael B. Jordan, he actin'
Walk down, I'm with plug
Slime season, I ain't talkin' Young Thug
Get up, pop up, I don't want no hug
Go of course, I'ma hit that boy with a club
I just might shoot up the club, uh, uh, uh
Why they showing me fake love?
Me and Xan, we gon' slide in coupes
Shake it up, lil' ho, what it do?
Junk a nigga for a ticket
I just might move to Peru
I got this Drac' for you
I got this Drac' for you
These niggas not gon' never shoot
Niggas not gon' shoot for you, ooh-ooh
You ride for me, I ride for you
I'ma ride for you, ooh-ooh
Baby, I got these 762s, ooh-ooh-ooh
(DJ Uncle Leek Leek, give it to 'em, baby)
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