Discussions Off Xans Songtext
von Glokk40Spaz

(I love DJ Grenade)
Huh, I′ve been living my life
Hit that boy with that 762, now he traumatised
You ain't never been in street
How long is you gon′ live that lie
Sumo said when I said do these shrooms
Nigga I can fly
Nigga play my gang, on God imma take that drive
I'm with some bloods
Throwing big B's in the beehive (B′s)
Call that hoe Lil Boat
She get fucked fucked one night
Glock-17, KI pull up with Gen-Five
All different types of beam
Nigga ain′t shooting at the sky
We got all different types of lean
Wock or Tris tonight
Imma go all in for the mob
Nigga that's on God
Nigga want to ride the wave


But nigga we not Rod
15 bands for that lick nigga, imma do that job
I go twice ′bout my gang nigga
I double down with them fye
Know my whoa pushing up
With 30-round mags and 50-round drums
I don't gotta call my capo to come get you I′m a don
Nigga keep popping that godamn shit on the 'Gram
Fuck nigga watch your tone
Glock got a whole 30 mag and that bitch don′t jam
Nigga gon' shoot at your lung
I don't even think I′ll stop gangbanging
This shit not no gang, nigga this the mob
Nigga im just saying
Woke up thinking ′bout Sumo
And b I popped this xan
Before Sumo, he got locked up
He just tell me he need land
I do oxy's i pop percy′s
I sell meth like Breaking Bad
Fuck with that bitch When i'm in New York
I don′t call an uber, I call her a cab
I didn't get to see Kyra face
Before i got locked up, man damn
Me and BJ supposed to be rocking out shows
Nigga I′m like damn
Baby I broke your heart
Can I fuck one time, baby I'm just saying
We fuck bitches that we see in TV
Look like Gina and Pam
It be so many times I be thinking bout death
I can talk some sense into that dumbass bitch
But I'd waste my breath
Turn your lights down, lean back
Roll that window down
Let that bitch go, called a shell-catcher
This how we shoot up houses nigga
I′m just teaching lessons
If you in this mob shit
Catch your man it ain′t no pressure
Know we do that job
We catch that boy and then we flip him
I throw money on them hoes nigga
But we can't fuck no stripper
Spend like fifty on her toes nigga jus to bless her
I told gang don′t give me DP for them xans
I just be stressing
I don't care if I die I just want to go to heaven
Nigga talking bout the mob
This on God we can′t spare him
Do that job, flip his block
Catch his ass, we gon' whack him
Rice Street, I can′t go back nigga
I was so damn restless
I was so damn helpless
My gang gave me bands
And that bitch took that
Shawty I know where you live I can get on that
You think i'm stuck in the crib but i finessed that
I just might come and love you
Fuck that, bitch pull up i'm tryna fuck you
Fuck that, did you less, I′m tryna slut that
Put this drip on before i heard about bucket hat
We can′t get along with fuck niggas
I ain't on that, Kel pull out that stick better back back
Velly had that XD, now that glock attached
I pull that fire out just like "hrrr" (hrrr)
You like an eastside junkie
Don′t make no noise
My whoa told me you gotta go, is not my choice