Xanman - Really Bout lyrics
[Xanman - Really Bout lyrics]
Who y'all niggas? I don't know, ian see y'all
Slide Music
Slide the doors and ian see y'all
Hol’ bitch you tippin' where y'all niggas at
All black fit walkin’ outside got
A stick to match
Drag a bitch outta my house
You can find her where them extensions at
Big Plug nigga hit the work
Off like a tennis rack
Nigga fuck politics my grandmother a democrat
Muzzle flash to his face
Nigga this ain't a photograph
Nigga fuck school all I use
To use is PhotoMath
Nigga wrote a statement then the next
Day we gon' smoke his ass
I'm foulin’ the plug
Tackle shit don't need a shoulder pad
I heard cuz was hot lil nigga
Need to roll in grass (bah)
Where his face at lil nigga
Gave him two bucks niggas sweet as shit
Bet his heart pumping fruit punch
Swear to god I was in jail, this me nigga
Who lunch?
Catch a nigga at the light, stick in my hand
Do something it ain't pressure nigga
Bet I put the stick down me
And Kaydoo still reckin’ nigga
Hit a nigga in his shit break
His jaw like a record nigga
Call my shooters in designer they might
Shoot you in a Tesla nigga
Use the strong arm on the plug I
Got the stick ian a wrestler nigga
Think imma rapper? Imma show you
What i'm really bout (huh?)
This a true story just hear me out! (Brrr)
Me and Kaydoo one time ran
Into his sister house
Can't tell you everything, some parts
So imma pick it out
So many words we pulled a
Move to get some firearms
Tryna get P’s delivered to us
Like it's Papa John’s
The chopper singing was inside it
Sound like Chaka Khan
Free all my niggas in the cell
They couldn’t get a bond
Feds tryna find a stick nobody
Post’ to be here
Cold felony charge they could’ve
Gave me 23 years
Michael Jackson with the chop you call
Me I will be there
Run up on the plug with the
Drake I told him Take Care
Backdoor the plug
Nigga money over everything
My soldier get to steppin’ on
Niggas like I'm Major Payne
Eleven in the clip niggas think
I'm seeing Stranger Things
Niggas wanna clout chase i'm gon’ shoot
You ian gon’ take your chain
Fucking his bitch she just asked
Me to buy 4 locks
You talking bout a stick stop
Holding your bro Glock
300 in the clip they thinking
I'm from O Block
I'm hitting on his bitch while
I'm watching soap operas
Fuck a handgun I hop
Out shooting both choppers
My migo plug ask me do I want a Horchata
I fuck his mother now he
Thinking i'm the step-father
These niggas running from the bullets
Make your death harder (brrr)
Imma show you what i'm really bout
Imma show you what i'm
Really bout get wimme nigga, brrr
What i'm really bout, imma crash out
Again nigga, i'm the most humble nigga in
The world nigga but don't
Get shit fucked up but don't
Take kindness for weakness nigga, hey
Slide Music
Slide the doors and ian see y'all
Hol’ bitch you tippin' where y'all niggas at
All black fit walkin’ outside got
A stick to match
Drag a bitch outta my house
You can find her where them extensions at
Big Plug nigga hit the work
Off like a tennis rack
Nigga fuck politics my grandmother a democrat
Muzzle flash to his face
Nigga this ain't a photograph
Nigga fuck school all I use
To use is PhotoMath
Nigga wrote a statement then the next
Day we gon' smoke his ass
I'm foulin’ the plug
Tackle shit don't need a shoulder pad
I heard cuz was hot lil nigga
Need to roll in grass (bah)
Where his face at lil nigga
Gave him two bucks niggas sweet as shit
Bet his heart pumping fruit punch
Swear to god I was in jail, this me nigga
Who lunch?
Catch a nigga at the light, stick in my hand
Do something it ain't pressure nigga
Bet I put the stick down me
And Kaydoo still reckin’ nigga
Hit a nigga in his shit break
His jaw like a record nigga
Call my shooters in designer they might
Shoot you in a Tesla nigga
Use the strong arm on the plug I
Got the stick ian a wrestler nigga
Think imma rapper? Imma show you
What i'm really bout (huh?)
This a true story just hear me out! (Brrr)
Me and Kaydoo one time ran
Into his sister house
Can't tell you everything, some parts
So imma pick it out
So many words we pulled a
Move to get some firearms
Tryna get P’s delivered to us
Like it's Papa John’s
The chopper singing was inside it
Sound like Chaka Khan
Free all my niggas in the cell
They couldn’t get a bond
Feds tryna find a stick nobody
Post’ to be here
Cold felony charge they could’ve
Gave me 23 years
Michael Jackson with the chop you call
Me I will be there
Run up on the plug with the
Drake I told him Take Care
Backdoor the plug
Nigga money over everything
My soldier get to steppin’ on
Niggas like I'm Major Payne
Eleven in the clip niggas think
I'm seeing Stranger Things
Niggas wanna clout chase i'm gon’ shoot
You ian gon’ take your chain
Fucking his bitch she just asked
Me to buy 4 locks
You talking bout a stick stop
Holding your bro Glock
300 in the clip they thinking
I'm from O Block
I'm hitting on his bitch while
I'm watching soap operas
Fuck a handgun I hop
Out shooting both choppers
My migo plug ask me do I want a Horchata
I fuck his mother now he
Thinking i'm the step-father
These niggas running from the bullets
Make your death harder (brrr)
Imma show you what i'm really bout
Imma show you what i'm
Really bout get wimme nigga, brrr
What i'm really bout, imma crash out
Again nigga, i'm the most humble nigga in
The world nigga but don't
Get shit fucked up but don't
Take kindness for weakness nigga, hey