Lyrics Xanman – Xanstyle 3
Text:
Trap get hot, yeah, then it’s moving
Get a bop-up, no, I ain’t smooching
Alias U-U with a tool in it
In the trap all the time, I might move in it
Get the work off, think I’m a goalie
Line the plug up, I think I’m Jody
Red tips in my gun, pepperoni
Say he gon’ rob me? Laugh emoji
I threw the work in the air like a floatie
I catch him outside, think I’m Bregoli
I got water, I ain’t talking ’bout Holy
Point the dog at my neighbor, they nosey
Everything you say you did, but I did it
I move in a small circle, like a pivot
Rob the plug, then I ask him who did it
In the field, lil’ nigga, like Witten
Dog on me like I had to Mike Vick it
Sold him remix, no ficky-ficky
You can get backdoored where you living
Trapped in my school, nigga, I ain’t skipping
Two-tone Glock hanging out the Nissan Versa
Stay with a wand on me, now I feel like Timmy Turner
Creep in a nigga yard and everybody call me Herbert
Get away, OJ, nigga, I ain’t do the murder, yeah
.40 on me, I don’t hesitate
Shoot gon’ lean back, I ain’t talking ’bout a fade away
I’m a real trap nigga, put an addy in my Gatorade
Break down the Q-P like I had me a razor blade
I throw the work off like I had me a hand grenade
I grab the chopper, let it sing like it’s Tory Lanez
Line the plug up, I think I’m Jody
Red tips in my gun, pepperoni
Say he gon’ rob me? Laugh emoji
I threw the work in the air like a floatie
I catch him outside, think I’m Bregoli
I got water, I ain’t talking ’bout Holy
Point the dog at my neighbor, they nosey
Everything you say you did, but I did it
I move in a small circle, like a pivot
Rob the plug, then I ask him who did it
In the field, lil’ nigga, like Witten
Dog on me like I had to Mike Vick it
Sold him remix, no ficky-ficky
You can get backdoored where you living
Trapped in my school, nigga, I ain’t skipping
Two-tone Glock hanging out the Nissan Versa
Stay with a wand on me, now I feel like Timmy Turner
Creep in a nigga yard and everybody call me Herbert
Get away, OJ, nigga, I ain’t do the murder, yeah
.40 on me, I don’t hesitate
Shoot gon’ lean back, I ain’t talking ’bout a fade away
I’m a real trap nigga, put an addy in my Gatorade
Break down the Q-P like I had me a razor blade
I throw the work off like I had me a hand grenade
I grab the chopper, let it sing like it’s Tory Lanez
Meet the plug in the country, I got me a quarter tank
The.22 jammed, but I know that the.40 ain’t
We already know her son dead, but the daughter ain’t
I’m shooting, I’m scoring, I might go to Florida State
I line up my shooters, I’m thinking I’m Major Payne
These niggas be acting, remind me of Damon Wayans
Pew, pew, pew
Hey shoot!
The.22 jammed, but I know that the.40 ain’t
We already know her son dead, but the daughter ain’t
I’m shooting, I’m scoring, I might go to Florida State
I line up my shooters, I’m thinking I’m Major Payne
These niggas be acting, remind me of Damon Wayans
Pew, pew, pew
Hey shoot!
