Xanman - Kevin Xanmuels lyrics

[Xanman - Kevin Xanmuels lyrics]

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')

Whole family, I'm tryna be a leader for 'em

We come to his door like it's pizza for him
Nigga dumb if he think I don't keep it on me
Time get hard
Wanna know who will be there for me
Migo plug, nigga live in El Salvador
Too sharp, i can see through your eyes and
I found 'em for you niggas green as shit
Got robbed for the coward on him
Locked in a cell then a young nigga, uh
Started readin' more
My nigga don't give fucks
Get killed 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 fucked up, nigga
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 shit, I could fold up neat
He this big stepper, I'm assumin'
Bitch, I'm a star, nigga, like I'm Jewish
Snake his ass out, nigga, 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 killers like Doofy
Real stepper, nigga, don't tempt me
Find your baby mother like, "Surprise
Sydney"

Gale Weathers, know that bitch ride with me
My man drunk on the lean
He got punched in his kidneys
Rap nigga, shoot up your S550
Got a show next week
Bitches 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

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 shit got the cup stainin'
We never hop out, we damn walk with that 50
This bitch head got filthy
Yeah, we GTA livin'
Ain't talkin' Tee Grizzley

Lil' nigga 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 bitch, what you break my heart for?
If you tryna fight me
We bringin' that Glock for you
I mix that shit up
I might bring back the concords
I put the shit in microwave like some popcorn

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