Xanman - Like Tony (Pt. 4) lyrics
[Xanman - Like Tony Pt. 4 lyrics]
Lil fuck nigga still wanna pocket watch me
They forgot ‘bout the pocket rocket
Pick up the bag look like Johnny Rocket
Unplug the plug out his socket
Catch him when the party started
Two xans now i'm feeling nauseous
Got a pager on me looking like a Tamagotchi
Gucci flips we don’t wear Versace
I swear in your eyes you a bitch boy
Nigga 50 that's why I keep a stick boy
Matter fact, right not it's on my hip boy
Me and Skoo finesse a nigga for the Bitcoin
Slide on ‘em I don’t care if it's indoors
Every bump on your face we got a stick for
Ima slide in a foreign we ain't in Fords
You ain't shooting what you got a Mac for
That's how the last nigga got backdoored
Good man serving glass like a backboard
In the stu' don't come to the backdoor
He know he not a trap nigga
What you act for?
Swear these niggas not real
I turn my back towards them
Niggas never had to struggle
He can ask for it
And you know you is not my girl
We can act cordial
Call me, I got a Mac for you
It's a whole lot of niggas on some other shit
Got my in her mouth with some Doublemint
How you trappin’ when you
Working for the government?
Catch him in rush hour, Chris Tucker shit
Yeah I got an AR, but I love them sticks
Think and i’m cutting it
Nigga say he got a chain, why you tucking it?
I ask him to turn me on some sucker shit
I was down bad had to run up my digit's
Used to flex in no picture
I got the Wok on me, we don't drink liquor
We bout to burn us some bridges
Don’t fuck with them niggas
Too many P's so the plug had to ship it
You know that I'm never snitching
I heard your man tipping
Stepping in red bottoms now i'm Christian
If you not tryna make it out are you living?
Down bad, me and crew on a mission
Lil fuck nigga still wanna pocket watch me
They forgot ‘bout the pocket rocket
Pick up the bag look like Johnny Rocket
Unplug the plug out his socket
Catch him when the party started
Two xans now i’m feeling nauseous
Got a pager on me looking like a Tamagotchi
Gucci flips we don't wear Versace
I swear in your eyes you a bitch boy
Nigga 50 that's why I keep a stick boy
Matter fact, right not it's on my hip boy
Me and Skoo finesse a nigga for the Bitcoin
Slide on ‘em I don't care if it's indoors
Every bump on your face we got a stick for
Ima slide in a foreign where you live for
You ain't shooting what you got a Mac for
They forgot ‘bout the pocket rocket
Pick up the bag look like Johnny Rocket
Unplug the plug out his socket
Catch him when the party started
Two xans now i'm feeling nauseous
Got a pager on me looking like a Tamagotchi
Gucci flips we don’t wear Versace
I swear in your eyes you a bitch boy
Nigga 50 that's why I keep a stick boy
Matter fact, right not it's on my hip boy
Me and Skoo finesse a nigga for the Bitcoin
Slide on ‘em I don’t care if it's indoors
Every bump on your face we got a stick for
Ima slide in a foreign we ain't in Fords
You ain't shooting what you got a Mac for
That's how the last nigga got backdoored
Good man serving glass like a backboard
In the stu' don't come to the backdoor
He know he not a trap nigga
What you act for?
Swear these niggas not real
I turn my back towards them
Niggas never had to struggle
He can ask for it
And you know you is not my girl
We can act cordial
Call me, I got a Mac for you
It's a whole lot of niggas on some other shit
Got my in her mouth with some Doublemint
How you trappin’ when you
Working for the government?
Catch him in rush hour, Chris Tucker shit
Yeah I got an AR, but I love them sticks
Think and i’m cutting it
Nigga say he got a chain, why you tucking it?
I ask him to turn me on some sucker shit
I was down bad had to run up my digit's
Used to flex in no picture
I got the Wok on me, we don't drink liquor
We bout to burn us some bridges
Don’t fuck with them niggas
Too many P's so the plug had to ship it
You know that I'm never snitching
I heard your man tipping
Stepping in red bottoms now i'm Christian
If you not tryna make it out are you living?
Down bad, me and crew on a mission
Lil fuck nigga still wanna pocket watch me
They forgot ‘bout the pocket rocket
Pick up the bag look like Johnny Rocket
Unplug the plug out his socket
Catch him when the party started
Two xans now i’m feeling nauseous
Got a pager on me looking like a Tamagotchi
Gucci flips we don't wear Versace
I swear in your eyes you a bitch boy
Nigga 50 that's why I keep a stick boy
Matter fact, right not it's on my hip boy
Me and Skoo finesse a nigga for the Bitcoin
Slide on ‘em I don't care if it's indoors
Every bump on your face we got a stick for
Ima slide in a foreign where you live for
You ain't shooting what you got a Mac for