New Xan lyrics

[Intro]
On codeine we ain't tryin'
We ain't playin' all that
Amber alert, blrrt, blrrt
Ha, nah, let me stop playin', you know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse]
Stayed down for all of this sh*t
ARP, he callin' it quits (Blrrt)
Walk down, get to doggin' this sh*t
Blrrt, got shot in his joggers and sh*t
Told my ex b*tch, "Jump off a cliff"
I want cheddar, look at the flicka da wrist
He better keep one up in his stick (Blrrt)
Court down bad like Money Mitch
But nah, I ain't sell out no bricks
"Xan, why you keep slidin'? You better than this"
f*ck y'all, I ain't takin' lectures for sh*t
Lambo Urus, I speed this b*tch
My shawty a 10, I'm the dream and sh*t
I saw her body drop, I'm dreamin' sh*t
"Can I take your order?" On some Kenan sh*t
Make him disappear on some Jesus sh*t
Take me to another place, I got a Glock with the fan
HeyShootBaby off them Xans
ARP, I might crash
Hold up, they said they want the old Xan?
Pump shotgun that shoot back an old man
Shoot at my neighbor, I feel like Seth Rogan
Let me hit you raw and put down the Trojan
b*tch n*gga always tryna fake
.45, bet a n*gga won't fake
I got juice in the cup, like Jay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
More Life, he got hit with the Drac'
sh*t goin' down, we uppin' the rate
You wanted the pounds, we ain't givin' you eight
My shooters, they look like soldiers ankle weight
b*tch wanna call my phone, you can wait
I'm a fat n*gga with a choppa, I can race
In a church with the stick, oh, happy day
We rob the plug for the racks in the safe
Watch how I shoot, like J.R. Smith
You ain't gettin' P's back, nah, you hit
Four-hundred K on some showoff sh*t
Walk in the store with some O-Dog sh*t
You n*ggas be gay, go off, b*tch
My side b*tch text me like, "No, he didn't"
That not your stick, gun range you rented
Funny how a whole app gon' make you missin'
Feed a b*tch in her mouth like a baby pigeon
Before Corona, you better stay your distance
Keep a hammer on me, I can build you a kitchen
b*tch don't know my name, then Google my image
How you do it in the street, but don't do it in prison?
I call up Woog, we gon' Uber some b*tches
2012 got jumped in the new Helly Hansen
Put his ass in a box, now you Roddy Ricchin'
[?] look like the world of Guinness
Got both of my b*tches like, "Girl, you trippin'"
Dawg cook up the crack, like swirl and cinnamon
I call up Shoot, you know he spin a Benz
I slide in a coupe, this is an infinite
I'm in Infinity
Backdoor move, we ain't feeling his energy
Divide the sh*t I have, call it symmetry
That n*gga dead, now he in a symmetry
I meant cemetery
Call in preliminaries
Check my dictionary
n*ggas actin' scary
I don't f*ck with y'all
[Outro]
Matter fact, I don't f*ck with none of y'all
HeyShootBaby, y'all see what's goin' on
I got a Glock in my drawers, hey