Xan By The Pound lyrics

[Intro]
n*gga you ever notice how like a local rapper'll get on a song and be like:
"n*gga, you know who the f*ck it is."
And I just be like: "Nah n*gga, we don't." f*ck it

[Hook]
Might have bad b*tch send me nudes, might skateboard wit' a few white dudes
Might throw a party wit' my sister, Might roll a blunt, or just sip my liquor
Might stay local, or I might go outta town, I been in field, and I'm never outta bounds
If I get in the game, then I'm goin for the crown
Know a couple n*ggas move xan by the pound
They might merk a n*gga if I ever give the word
I might call my ex if ever get the nerve
And tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
b*tch we eat'in, eat'in, eat'in, I'mma breath of fresh air; don't stop breathin'
Tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on (let's get it)


[Verse 1: Yung Trae]
If they got a problem, they gonn call Yung Treezy
I beat these b*tches up like my name Chris Breezy
Smokein' on a bag, of that crispy Sour Deezy
When life gives you lemons, boy you better get to squeezein'
My b*tch don't got no cut cards, my big homies is cut throat
They say: "Yung Trae, you nailed it!", but y'all other n*ggas just a clear coat
No cuticles, I give they ass the business like cubicles
I got twin sis she's beautiful; f*ck wit' her wrong she go Patrick Ewing
Boston Hockey; sh*t is brewing, in my head
She in my bed, needle di*k; and she thread
Daffy sh*t, I'm duckin' Feds, I'm on the clock, I'm off my meds
Almost famous, you can tell by chain, school of hard knocks, I majored in pain
n*gga I'mma solider, I be on my Major Payne
n*gga you a mark, you a major ass lame
I'mma tell my camp start f*ckin campaign
I'm so hot, boy I sizzle when it rain, I'm in winners circle and you circlein' the drain
Boy I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'mma keep goin, keep goin, keep goin
Ride this wave or drown yourself, only round greatness, I surround my self
n*gga at the top I just found myself, I might kill the game til ain't no one left