Xanman, YSW Flaco - Xan Flac lyrics

Young nigga trap in trenches
Mac wit' a beam like Krillins
Serve em a vic through the fences
Gotta beam on extensions
Big 40 might turn to a
When they facing life these
Niggas start snitchin'
Walk around wit' a chop got me limpin'
Remix yo' man like chemist
James Brown off a xan 'cause I'm feelin' it
Big 40 in my hand like an instrument
Red dot on his head like he Indian
Gotta tre five shot get yo insulin
Nigga tried to walk down and got popped
Walk down two dogs like Pet Smart
Pull up to the trap like a rest stop
I got keys, I got keys like Mozart
Slide in a foreign, pull up in a go-kart
You in the streets we gotta
Grow up wit' no heart
Slide on yo man wit' a stick like I'm Gohan
Yo man dead we out of town we had no parts
Kaydoo smoke 'em make his grandmother cry
Nigga got no block why is you lyin'
Red beam peep 'em right through the blinds
Trap nigga sellin' paint while it's dryin'
Beam on a Glock yo' lil' ass get fried
Peter Pan wit' the uzi you flyin'
Tone walk down nigga you dyin'
You cannot kill what already died
Kaydoo off the lean you know that he leanin'
Walk down on a opp yeah we creepin'
Two poles hangin' out of the Lincoln
Send a location you know we not linkin'

You walk we got drugs like a pop up
Sent a location you know he ain't pop
"Flac where you been?" I was
Beatin' the block up
Posted down low I feel like Ibaka
Flac hit his shit they thought it was soccer
It's tucked in my dip, I ain't have a locker
They pray I fall off
They pray that I'm starvin'
I ain't fallin' off 'cause clientele shoppin'
Ain't fallin' in love these
Lil' hoes be thottin'
I'm savin' the hood and
My niggas still robbin'
I ain't cuffin' that hoe cause
She got too much problems
Them boys will come get you it ran me a comma
That shit his head now he mama lasagna
I highly advise you to stay out my comments
I highly advise you to keep you some armor
Streets ain't fair tell his people we sorry