Intro (Xan Servin 4) lyrics

[Hook]
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
n*ggas scared, so they on the opps side
Fill his baby bottle with peroxide
n*ggas trap backwards, they ain't clockwise
Off a bar, got me lunchin’
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 n*gga, start from bottom like dungeons
MCM's on my feet, get to stomping

[Verse]
"Aye Xan, how much you pay for that stick?" Nothing!
n*ggas know I got 4-5's, tumbling
He say he trapping, he lied, bluffing
He in the field, we gon' truck him
Stop faking n*gga, run up your bag
British plug keep calling me "lad"
My father the plug, get zips from my dad
Two-tone Glock, n*gga look like plaid
Shoot on the couch, n*gga, DJ Vlad
Y'all n*ggas rap n*ggas, 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, n*ggas turn into fags
I sold him Scooby, n*gga, 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--b*tch
Needles like we giving tats--b*tch
You ain't killin', why you act--b*tch?
[Hook]
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
n*ggas scared, so they on the opps side
Fill his baby bottle with peroxide
n*ggas trap backwards, they ain't clockwise
Off a bar, got me lunchin'
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 n*gga, start from bottom like dungeons
MCM's on my feet, get to stomping