Xanman - PINK, Pt. 3 lyrics

Hello? Xanman? Yeah, what's up, ShootBaby
Huh, hey heyShootBaby (Hey, hey)
HeyShootBaby, 2 P in the trunk

2 P in the trunk, 'bout to ship those
I chime in, Panic at the Disco
762 out the Drac', I'ma hit those
Truth hurts
Let the bitch sing like I'm Lizzo
Who worse? Nobody
We rob a nigga to see how he go 'bout it
White plug call me like
"We don't promote violence"
Rob his dumbass, say he racially profilin'
Sign to Plug Music, I'm not tryna co-sign you
I'm tryna school niggas
Make you look for me
Might pop out and shoot bitches
Thought the beat was 'bout to come like
"Who did it?" finish line choppa
This bitch came with two kickers


Bitch got a bush on her head, she the new SZA
Turn this bitch up, Armageddon
No Bruce Willis shot a nigga off his bike
He popped two wheelies
I gotta blast with the chop'
I'm the new Jimmy heyShootBaby gon' score
My nigga fucked up, you get killed for Dior
Sacrifice his daughter like Thanos and Gamora
Caught his ass at the mall
Now he scared to leave the store
My dawg sip Wock', he a drinker
I know Chris gon' rock, Madagascar zebra
I got the drop on his ass like a meteor
He only got that gun on the media
Find a nigga house, onto Wikipedia
Fly a bitch out, I'm using Expedia
Stand over top a nigga, I'm devious
We know exact kind of car that you leavin' in
Floyd Mayweather, lil' bitch
I ain't readin' it
White plug call me like, "Why, good evenin'"
Flush yo' whip 'cause he couldn't
Put the key in it
My nigga took off, I don't know the reasonin'
He not the type of nigga lettin' that gun off
Hit on a bitch then one of her sons called
She gimve me head, put her hair in a puffball
Migo my man
Ain't no Key Glock and Young Dolph
We got low and them P's by the boater
She make it clap, Draco, Soulja
Snake in the grass
Cut the head off the Cobra
Bang, bang, bang, I'm the new Eastern Motors
Stick in my hand, I'm the new Master Yoda
My dawg fucked up, you get killed for a soda
We put the scarf on his face like the Joker
Heard cuz hot and I already told ya
Nigga got hit over the head
With a Henny bottle
Might find a Alias, bitch
I ain't into models
Flash on the Glock, bitch
It look like a helicopter
My mans was sellin' that water
That dripper dropper
Nigga got hit with the 50, he window shoppin'
We put his ass on the grill
He a chicken popper
Dropped out of school, I got mad
Used to hit the lockers
We turn his ass to all bones
Turn him into fossils
I got a scope on this chop'
Old bitch hit me
I might have to kill her father
We took him down for his guns
He got missin' choppas shooter with dreads
They callin' him Baby Sada
Bitch in Miami, I'm stayin' in Fort Lauder
I'm psychic
I can see the future like Lori Harvey
Plates all over the hood like Gordon Ramsey
Gorilla, they'll take your kid
You the new Harambe i go to Philly
We trappin' in front of Poppy's
Never had a B in school, I don't know a Cardi
Choppa go, "Wha? Wha?" I don't know a Carti
60K on AP, I don't own a Carti'

I made this song 'cause I got pink on
I'm like Camron, put the pink mink on
Missy Elliot, your freak on
Bitch at the bar, she gettin'
Her drink on, bing on, bing on
Ayy, ayy, ayy, stop the beat, stop the beat
(Ah, ah, ah)
You fucked up, you fucked up (Damn)
I fucked up again ayy, moe, why you on the
Phone? You throwin' me off, bruh
Hello? Xanman?