xanman - kevin xanmuels (intro) lyrics
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 d+mn 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 k!lled 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 k!llers 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 d+mn 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
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