Xanman, Goonew - Car lyrics
[Xanman, Goonew - Car lyrics]
What? Uh, yeah, yeah fuck you say?
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew uh, what? What?
I'm in the, pick up the, yeah yeah, yeah
I'ma shoot like some dice in the bathroom
Walk down in a Louis V tracksuit
Pop a Addy, I just emptied the capsule
I got sand, we can stomp on a castle
Big gun, nigga, I got a 50
Chopper rock a nigga, dancin' like Diddy
Took her on a date, she eatin' like Pinky
Two chopsticks, I ain't talkin' 'bout Beni's
Walkin' with the chopper
Pull up on your father
Send him to the doctor
Oh, let's do it, Waka Flocka
Chopper shake, just like maracas
She bendin' over, hey Ms parker
I'm in a Q50, no Dodge Charger
I slide in all black like I'm a mobster
Hol', Xan, we gon' spin it again
Two chopsticks, we gon' hit at his men
Servin' auntie, yeah
I serve through the vent
Slide on his block, Honda with the tint
Walk down with the stick, I'ma hit
Say you a shooter, nigga, but you missed
Oh, that's a opp (Where he at?)
Oh, that's a opp you ain't been on the block
I deserve to die if you get the drop
Real janitors when I got the mop
Real stick, better put back that prop
Call Goon', he gon' spin on the block
Fifty shots comin' out of the Drac'
You a fake shooter, why do you hate?
Real shooters, niggas lookin' like jakes
Hol', Xan, we gon' bake him a cake
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew uh, what? What?
I'm in the, pick up the, yeah yeah, yeah
I'ma shoot like some dice in the bathroom
Walk down in a Louis V tracksuit
Pop a Addy, I just emptied the capsule
I got sand, we can stomp on a castle
Big gun, nigga, I got a 50
Chopper rock a nigga, dancin' like Diddy
Took her on a date, she eatin' like Pinky
Two chopsticks, I ain't talkin' 'bout Beni's
Walkin' with the chopper
Pull up on your father
Send him to the doctor
Oh, let's do it, Waka Flocka
Chopper shake, just like maracas
She bendin' over, hey Ms parker
I'm in a Q50, no Dodge Charger
I slide in all black like I'm a mobster
Hol', Xan, we gon' spin it again
Two chopsticks, we gon' hit at his men
Servin' auntie, yeah
I serve through the vent
Slide on his block, Honda with the tint
Walk down with the stick, I'ma hit
Say you a shooter, nigga, but you missed
Oh, that's a opp (Where he at?)
Oh, that's a opp you ain't been on the block
I deserve to die if you get the drop
Real janitors when I got the mop
Real stick, better put back that prop
Call Goon', he gon' spin on the block
Fifty shots comin' out of the Drac'
You a fake shooter, why do you hate?
Real shooters, niggas lookin' like jakes
Hol', Xan, we gon' bake him a cake