Xanman - The Baby lyrics

Got locked up but they lied on my name
Had to keep my head high through the rain
I’m going hard and my heart down the drain
I had to stay ten toes all the time
You niggas thought my foot was sprained
This a new candy coupe with no brain (Grr)
Call Wood, chopper got aim

In the cell, the key in my head
Wintertime, do a hit off a sled
I love shotty's 'cause my shotty spread
Fry a nigga on Friday like Craig
Give me top she got slob down my leg
Declassified, like that lil nigga Ned
I'ma hop in the coupe when we scared
I'ma creep in the woods like Canela
TLC in the trunk, but no Left Eye
Ima cut off the work like a Jedi
Chopper rain, you gon need an umbrella
Spin a bin with my bitch, Cinderella
Killed the baby before that bitch develop
Ima cut up the plug like I’m Zelda
Ima perc and a xan, ima failure
And I’m still plugged in like Cellular
Pull a nigga card like we playing black jack
All these niggas be duck, Aflac
Got a 2012 Charger in matte black
Niggas sleeping on me, cat nap
These niggas be fake i got a gun
Got the part for the chopper like AutoZone
AK with the shoulder strap (bah)
Shoot a shot (grr) it’s hurting my shoulder
Two bitches like go home Roger
He did, nigga is Roger home?
Macaulay Culkin, you Home Alone
Get to jazzing a bitch, saxophone
Now look at that bitch, now she bagging on me
Ima scrape out the pot like it’s macaroni
All these niggas be hot, rat emoji
Catch yo man on a bike, I call him Jodie
I would give you my last if I love you
Under pressure you turn to a sucker
Trap out the A, you need work call Thugger
In the trap, my grandma raised a hustler
Call me Xan boy, I started from nothing
Last nigga tried to run off he got punished
31 in the clip like a pumpkin
Where you at? Juando bring the Runtz in
I walk with a Tommy, I don’t got a job
Yah trick yah
World at war, we not playin’ COD
ATL you on skates like Rashad
Nigga, fuck New New, nigga
I got a new-new chopper
Pump up the trench, I’m Franklin Sinatra
Slam the plug, I’m Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson
BITCH

Got locked up but they lied on my name
Had to keep my head high through the rain
I’m going hard, and my heart down the drain
I had to stay ten toes all the time
You niggas thought my foot was sprained
This a new candy coupe with no brain (Grr)
Call Wood, chopper got aim