GlitchMan, Lil Mosey - Off the Xan lyrics

(Lando made this track
So you know we 'bout to turn up)
(Bro geekin')
Man, come get this nigga around (For real)
(Ill Will made the beat bounce)
(Mosey tweakin') we 'sniffin lines and shit
I'm tryna rap and shit (yeah, geekin')
(Ayy ayy ayy ayy that probably Tago)

Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house
Loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit'
Us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up
Thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a nigga
Like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck niggas hatin'
Cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit
This choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"

I just hit your bitch and she went dumb
Nigga (Lil' bitch)
In my city, yeah, I hit lick for fun, nigga
(Lick for fun, nigga)
In that spot, six deep, with six guns, nigga
(Six guns, nigga)
And my niggas booted up, out the jugs, nigga
(Out the jugs, nigga)
I got what you need, baby
You know what it do (What it do)
My nigga hold a beam
It be quick to shoot at you (Boom, boom)
And I got all the lean
Pour it up for me and you (Me and you)
And I got all the green
All my fit's brand new

Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house
Loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit'
Us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up
Thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a nigga
Like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck niggas hatin'
Cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit
This choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"

Yeah, I'm chasin' bands
They know I'm the man (yeah)
Yeah, my fists are moving
I just popped a xan (I just popped a 'Xan)
We was six deep, tryna get a bag
We totin' big heat, we hop up out the van
(Boom) got a couple bad bitches on me movin'
(Movin’)
I be with someone else, bitch, I hate losin'
(Losin’) they see a nigga up
Now that's why they choosin' (Choosin')
All your shit, fool, fuck
You think you foolin', yeah
Nigga, fuck you think you foolin'? (Foolin')
You ain't never hit a lick, was never movin'
(Never movin')
If you ain't get no money, what you doing?
(What you doin'?)
I be skipping states, I’ll be back soon, yeah
(Back soon)

Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house
Loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit'
Us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up
Thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a nigga
Like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck niggas hatin'
Cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit
This choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"