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xals! – #rr anthem lyrics

[verse 1: summrs]
told kan, “put the gloves on, n+gga, we goin’ in, don’t drop that rod” (yeah)
my n+gga dood tweaked out on x pills ’cause he might have to send that boy (bah)
and don’t you send them lil’ flunked out n+ggas out west ‘less you want his ass go meet god (yeah)
we in that fast b+tch, in the fast lane (uh), that b+tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it (ha)
my n+gga sendin’ that drank through the e+script, knowin’ that b+tch gon’ land tomorrow (ha)
my n+ggas keep that self defense on even when you poppin’ out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i+10, that b+tch tryna crawl a f+ckin’ wall (skrrt, woah, what?)
ain’t none of my n+ggas hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall (yeah)
she tryna kick sh+t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lock jaw (yeah)
n+gga seent his b+tch likin’ my pics on ig, askin’ if i hit, i’m like, “nah” (nah)
just linked with my n+gga damani, he showed me a hundred, told him, “b+tch, we ball” (ball)
all my ex b+tches tell me i’m goin’ hollywood ’cause i be forwardin’ all my calls (yeah)
i’m sippin’ quavo, quavo, quavo, clutchin’ that draco, knock your ass off (gltt)
my n+gga wick clutch sticks like it’s taliban, he just walked in with a whole sawed+off (uh+huh)
b+tch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil’ b+tch, you stupid, just take your clothes off (woah)
[verse 2: kankan]
n+gga, like, hold on, n+gga know we got dracs inside this b+tch
so don’t move wrong, you could lose your life inside this b+tch
yeah, i got two phones ’cause these hoes be on my d+ck
walked in with two poles, even though these n+ggas, they ain’t on sh+t
we like the group home
hold on, two+tone
ayy, freebandz sh+t, b+tch, i feel like pluto
hold on, double r, uh, n+gga, taliban
drac’ came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans
hold on, twin say, “that sh+t fire as f+ck, copped that new drac'”
hold on, twin say, “when you blow that b+tch, make sure you hit his face”
hold on, twin say, i had to go and throw that b+tch away
ridin’ broad day, ain’t no witness so it ain’t no case, n+gga
hold on, twin say, caught a pj, yeah, we out the state
i’m like, “d+mn, how the f+ck i catch a case right out of state?” (d+mn)
and i caught that b+tch soon as i left la (ayy, yeah)
i ain’t have no bond, was out the second day (ha, yeah)
ayy, and f+ck the rap sh+t, all these n+ggas g+y (yeah)
ayy, big before the rap, yeah, i been paid (ha, paid)
b+tch, yeah, most of my n+ggas don’t rap, they still made a way
me and abby been locked in since the eighth grade
i say, “free lil’ will, he locked up in that cage” (free lil’ will)
off this rap sh+t, my mama bills, they paid
damani scored some drank, so we finna pour it up
and my fans say they prayin’ for me, but i don’t even give a f+ck
and n+gga, f+ck this money, n+gga, throw that sh+t up
n+gga, what you saved up, yeah, i put in my cup
these hoes can’t get saved, n+gga, they just out of luck
they say, “kan, you sound the same,” i had to change it up (ha)

- xals lyrics

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