Xanman - Who Run It lyrics
[Xanman - Who Run It lyrics]
Yeah, hey perc, hey swerv, ayy coo (shoo)
Fuck these niggas at holmes, yeah, grrr
Rob cuz he got Suged
I got the red beam, Riding Hood
Im from a place, Wish a nigga would
Cuz talking bout I went Hollywood
Shooting at niggas like the Army would
Is that nigga breathing? He hardly could
That nigga bluffing know that he not a plug
The pack in a jugg
Walk down on your man wit a G-lock
Pump on me get his head blown 3 blocks
Sixth Grade, wooping niggas for G-Shock
(Pew Pew) Let the Ruger beep bop
Ric Flair put the zip in a kneelock
I got the birds, nigga no peacock
You can backdoor, we doin 3 knocks
Pistol at the baby it's
Go to work like I play for the Nationals
Gun got a switch, but it's not compatible
White plug keep calling me radical
In the city do a hit at the capital
I love the beams, but the scope is tactical
Walk in wit a stick "Holy Mackerel!"
No glick swapping Ruger's not Collateral
I heard that lil nigga got
Work and we backing him
He acting like he'll shoot or sum
That nigga keep bluffing, we shoot her son
I got me a mac with he cooling gun
In the house wit a Drac "Look what you done"
He talk on the internet make it worse
Might shoot his Grandmother and
Take her purse
I wipe off the blood with the baby shirt
I got a big dog, but the cage will work
I still want to know what you acting hard
For when you ain't hop off the porch
Where was you when was going through
Yal niggas was playing sports
He was confused and get bullet wounds
And out here you playing fort
Heard lil cuz just trying to
Eat off my plate
Imma stab his ass wit a fork
Fuck these niggas at holmes, yeah, grrr
Rob cuz he got Suged
I got the red beam, Riding Hood
Im from a place, Wish a nigga would
Cuz talking bout I went Hollywood
Shooting at niggas like the Army would
Is that nigga breathing? He hardly could
That nigga bluffing know that he not a plug
The pack in a jugg
Walk down on your man wit a G-lock
Pump on me get his head blown 3 blocks
Sixth Grade, wooping niggas for G-Shock
(Pew Pew) Let the Ruger beep bop
Ric Flair put the zip in a kneelock
I got the birds, nigga no peacock
You can backdoor, we doin 3 knocks
Pistol at the baby it's
Go to work like I play for the Nationals
Gun got a switch, but it's not compatible
White plug keep calling me radical
In the city do a hit at the capital
I love the beams, but the scope is tactical
Walk in wit a stick "Holy Mackerel!"
No glick swapping Ruger's not Collateral
I heard that lil nigga got
Work and we backing him
He acting like he'll shoot or sum
That nigga keep bluffing, we shoot her son
I got me a mac with he cooling gun
In the house wit a Drac "Look what you done"
He talk on the internet make it worse
Might shoot his Grandmother and
Take her purse
I wipe off the blood with the baby shirt
I got a big dog, but the cage will work
I still want to know what you acting hard
For when you ain't hop off the porch
Where was you when was going through
Yal niggas was playing sports
He was confused and get bullet wounds
And out here you playing fort
Heard lil cuz just trying to
Eat off my plate
Imma stab his ass wit a fork