York$ta - La Familia
Pyrex that's a glass potTre pound that's a 8 shot
24 the shot clock
I Jus hit a 3 from my hot spot
No nba but my line jam
Trap phone stay goin ham
Asa lama ion fuck wit pork
But I'm taxing Niggaz Uncle Sam
Check a bitch like her name Pam
Eject the Bitch & the door slam
Respect a G or dis Nina blam
Ion think I'm tough but it don't jam
Getting shooting watch Niggaz scram
I was coolin so check ya man
I ain't come on no bullshit
But ain't shit sweet I gotta full clip
Young nigga on sum fly Shit
Young on sum high shit
Young Nigga jus popped a xan
I believe I can fly shit
Xannie xannie xannie
Xannie xannie xannie
Place it on ya tongue
Welcome to the family
Xannie xannie xannie
Xannie xannie xannie
Place it on ya tounge
Welcome to the family
I turn this bitch to the walking dead
Pills popping like head shots
Red lasers to a forehead
Turn a Xannie to a red dot
Zombies dropping
They nodding out
Im in the zone
I'm focused now
It's really fuck what u talking bout
I need a backwood I'm buggin out
They for for 6 but I'm plugging now
I ain't pullin up ion know u clown
Ima big fish I don't drown
If it feel fluckey ion Fuck around
Switch lines and I skip town
They was looking for the xan man
Say they wanna meet the xan clan
Say they tryna find xan land
No hook just straight bars
I was born for this rap shit
Pops really sold kilos
I was born for this trap Shit
Get sum work
Make it back flip
I specialize wit pills and green
Fuck around wit the bangers too
Plugged in wit lean too
Let me stop I think 12 watching
Fresh as Fuck if the Feds watching
Booked a G in balenciagas
I post bail you kno Wifey got it
Hit the stash in r safety deposit
Boss bitch she been about it
When I cash out I'm buy her ass
It's gon be so big
Ya gotta walk around it
Bust a Nigga melon
If he think about it
She line you up
And ain't blink about it
Hol up hol up
Let me think about it
My Nina boulgin
They can see about it
Look me in my eyes
You can see I'm bout it
Pistol play or we can fight about it
Neva been a bitch
Ima die about it
Fucked his bitch he gon cry about it
Now u gotta keep the tech around it
Jus in case a nigga foul
I'm get fly a fucking owl
Somebody hit drake
I kinda like the sound
Yea Nigga we can work deal
Of course Ima need couple mill
Cuz every track I Shoot to kill
Pop a opp like i popped this pill
Written by:
Brenton York
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