Xanman - Intro (Like Tony 5) lyrics

Hey, hey hey, hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey

Hey you, uh
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh, uh
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh
Uh i wanna know why you in my face
Don't know who you are

I wanna make the Margiela my jacket, ooh
One day I'll have it
How do y'all hate when we ride past?
Chanel bag got five rackets
Street nigga in Saint Laurent
I'ma walk down like LeBron
We don't got jobs, man, we on
I remember when I had lockjaw
I remember when nobody cared
Who you lil' niggas? Nobody scared
With the snakes like Sanjay and Craig
Chopper rob a nigga, try take his bread
Ooh, I only want the bop, give me head
Where you at, holmes? Bitch, I'm right here
Hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier
Lil' nigga know I got the drum like an ear
Take the plug down when I
Hit him with the spear
They call me David Blaine when
I make him disappear
Ain't hit her from the front
I'ma hit her from the rear
Got the Wock' in the bottle, nigga
I ain't drinking beer if a street nigga
Only nigga you ain't seen here
Alias U-U, riding 'round with a spear
Down bad
Gotta hope that they be spinning like a pear
Bro, these lil' niggas broke
They might need every pair ooh, ooh

Hey you, uh
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh, uh
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh
Uh i wanna know why you in my face
Don't know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah hey you, uh
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh, uh
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh
Uh i wanna know why you in my face
Don't know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lil' fuck niggas still wanna pocket-watch me
But they forgot 'bout the Mini Uzi
Put him on the block, yeah
I got a pocket rocket
Next day, bad bitch in the Mini Cooper
Shooter with dreads
I'ma call that nigga Lil Uzi tenth grade
Making plays on my uncle's scooter
Nigga look cap, with the MAC
Gotta protect the cooler
Word around town saying Xan not the shooter
Street shit
That can turn kryptonite to Lex Luther
You got a dog? I'ma pull it out the pet coop
Fly shit, stepping on Margielas
I'm a jet fueler
I'm a real nigga, I don't do all the rumors
Nigga on a nigga now I'ma call him fushie
Bad bitch I'ma call her juicy
Cuz Zay move plugs, why he ain't moved it?
Got a bad bitch 'bout to make a main movie

Hey you, uh
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh, uh
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh
Uh i wanna know why you in my face
Don't know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah hey you, uh
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh, uh
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh
Uh i wanna know why you in my face
Don't know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah