Lyrics Xanman – Car
Text:
Xanman:
What? Uh, Yeah, yeah
Fuck you say?
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
I’m in the, pick up the, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Xanman & Goonew:
I’ma shoot like some dice in the bathroom
Walk down in a Louis V tracksuit
Pop an addy, I just gave you the capsule
I got sand, we can stomp on a castle
Big gun, nigga, I got a.50
Chopper rock a nigga, dancing like Diddy
Took her on a date, she eating like Pinky
Two chopsticks, I ain’t talking ’bout Beni’s
Walking with the chopper
Pull up on your father
Send him to the doctor
O Let’s Do It, Waka Flocka
Chopper shake, just like maracas
She’s bending over, hey Ms. Parker
I’m in a Q50, no Dodge Charger
I slide in all black, like I’m a mobster
Hol’ Xan, we gon’ spin it again
Two chopsticks, we gon’ hit at his men
Serving auntie, yeah, I serve through the vent
Slide on his block, Honda with the tint
Walk down with the stick, I’ma hit
Say you a shooter, nigga, but you missed
Oh that’s an opp!
You ain’t been on the block
I deserve to die, you get the drop
Real janitors when I got the mop
Real stick, better put back that prop
Call Goon, he gon’ spin on the block
Fifty shots coming out of the Drac
You a fake shooter, why do you hate?
Real shooters, niggas looking like Jakes
Hol’ Xan, we gon’ bake him a cake
