Xanman, NGeeYL - Grew Tall lyrics

I’m picking U-Haul
Same shit like i’m Santa, you Rodolph
Fuck your rapper on the
Stage he got booed off
You call him a shooter
We call him a goofball
Your trap jumping like a
Princess with two frogs
She say she want a club
Bitch I don’t do golf
Lexus coupe, in the street we gon cruise off
Lil Xan on the block
Still the same but I grew tall

You think he bullet proof
Bitch you ain’t Young Dolph
I’m in the water bullets
Travel like young dolphin
Chopper get to clappin’
Shitting out the plaza
Slide with a Drake like
That nigga on Uncharted
Run that shit back now i’m feeling like
I been doing this shit
Since the Glenarden Apartments i saw a
We ain’t tweeting shit
Ima shoot you we done talking
Brr, Hola Amigo, fuck is you Mexican?
Got locked for six months
Still ain’t no evidence
Internet niggas need keyboard edicate
Don’t pack me a stick
‘cause you know i’m not cooling it
No sticks in my ‘cause i’m really using it
What’s the point? I’m flexing it
Dog you not shooting it
Boy that’s in my opinion illegal sticks
We not having no license with it
On the hating shit you on some hating shit
You don’t like me but still like a picture
Don’t get shot ‘cause Twitter try sicing it
I was just hitting on his
Bitch the other night i’m strong eshit
I’ll stab you with a butter knife
That nigga not a shooter
He just a runner type
50 rounds just to see what the drum like
I’m picking U-Haul
Same shit like i’m Santa, you Rodolph
Fuck your rapper on the stage
He got booed off you call him a shooter
We call him a goofball
Your trap jumping like a
Princess with two frogs
She say she want a club
Bitch I don’t do golf
Lexus coupe, in the street we gon cruise off
Lil Xan on the block
Still the same but I grew tall

Pull up with a town chopper on the block
Nike damn boots out
Why the nigga keep talking on the damn
Net like they gon do something
Nigga’s ain’t showing no love
Why the fuck yo’ dad take off on the plug
223 dirty like OJ glove
White black shooter, Kevin Love
Pull up on ‘em with the snug
Knock him out his fucking clothes
Double his gon wipe his nose
You already know how it go
Pull up on that nigga with the strap out
Shit shooter, spark his shit like a

I’m picking U-Haul
Same shit like i’m Santa, you Rodolph
Fuck your rapper on the stage
He got booed off you call him a shooter
We call him a goofball
Your trap jumping like a
Princess with two frogs
She say she want a club
Bitch I don’t do golf
Lexus coupe, in the street we gon cruise off
Lil Xan on the block
Still the same but I grew tall