Kevin Xanmuels (Intro) lyrics

[Intro]
Nah, rags to riches
I started off with G-Shock in the trenches, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Trill800)
We shootin', we won't let no [?] (Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, foo')

[Chorus]
I really pray that your luck changin'
Got sticks out the window, we gun aimin'
Had a phone book in jail, get up, Damon
Whole lotta drank, this sh*t got the cup stainin'
We never hop out, we damn walk with that .50
This b*tch head got filthy
Yeah, we GTA livin', ain't talkin' Tee Grizzley
Lil' n*gga keep cryin', keep actin' like a sissy
Pick your poison, we got venom for rattlesnakes
.45 hittin' his shoe like a Drac'
Take your man down from the 448s
Heard that he bluffin', ain't gettin' his tape
Bad b*tch, what you break my heart for?
If you tryna fight me, we bringin' that Glock for you
I mix that sh*t up, I might bring back the concords
I put the sh*t in microwave like some popcorn
Whole family, I'm tryna be a leader for 'em

[Verse]
We come to his door like it's pizza for him
n*gga dumb if he think I don't keep it on me
Time get hard, wanna know who will be there for me
Migo plug, n*gga live in El Salvador
Too sharp, I can see through your eyes and I found 'em for you
n*ggas green as sh*t, got robbed for the coward on him
Locked in a cell then a young n*gga, uh, started readin' more
My n*gga don't give f*cks
Get killed for a drink of water
I'm in the hood like my car parts is leakin' oil
Grandmother keep on tellin' me, "It's demons on you"
Anything f*cked up, n*gga, I'll be there for you
Miami trappin', got sticks on the beach
It's a home invasion, fill the bottle with bleach
My plug out of town, he keep talkin' Greek
Made for this sh*t, I could fold up neat
He this big stepper, I'm assumin'
b*tch, I'm a star, n*gga, like I'm Jewish
Snake his ass out, n*gga, call me Judas
Don't hop on that Shark Tank, Mark Cuban
I got a scar on my face like the movies
I'm around all the killers like Doofy
Real stepper, n*gga, don't tempt me
Find your baby mother like, "Surprise, Sydney"
Gale Weathers, know that b*tch ride with me
My man drunk on the lean, he got punched in his kidneys
Rap n*gga, shoot up your S550
Got a show next week, b*tches showin' they titties
Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy
I stay in the trap with iCarly like Gibby
Ran back to his mother, matter fact, we just shipped him
This ain't Call of Duty, we got guns like Shipment
[Chorus]
I really pray that your luck changin'
Got sticks out the window, we gun aimin'
Had a phone book in jail, get up, Damon
Whole lotta drank, this sh*t got the cup stainin'
We never hop out, we damn walk with that .50
This b*tch head got filthy
Yeah, we GTA livin', ain't talkin' Tee Grizzley
Lil' n*gga keep cryin', keep actin' like a sissy
Pick your poison, we got venom for rattlesnakes
.45 hittin' his shoe like a Drac'
Take your man down from the 448s
Heard that he bluffin', ain't gettin' his tape
Bad b*tch, what you break my heart for?
If you tryna fight me, we bringin' that Glock for you
I mix that sh*t up, I might bring back the concords
I put the sh*t in microwave like some popcorn