York$ta - Xan God

Fuck the drama run them commas Up
Remember I would grab a double up
And pass it to a fiend
Ask him for his keys
Slide to checka spot
Gotta pop a bean
Back then it was double stacks
These days umma gotti fiend
Since they killed Skrill
Ion fuck around
Catch me out west wit the nin dig
If they catch groove
They gon do him in
Tools on us like a maintenance man
Me and breed
Thumbing through a bag
All we do is smile
Cuz these niggaz mad
Put a cutie on his shirt
Price tag
Tooly on my waste
Slight bag
Designer belt and I still sag
Get out ya body
That's a body bag
Drive by that's a homi cab
Bussin bells down
Me and bro ass
After that we gon split a pill
If I hear sumthing
Ima load the steel
Ion fear nothing
Ion feel nothing
I'm high asl I'm still bussin
I'm fucked on shorty like last week
On my kids the bitch still bussin
I'm come alive when that sun down
It's Sunday I gotta cum down
Where xans at
I'm crush mines
I'm drop sumthin in that country Time
Pink lemonade
Niggaz been a fan
Cuz they they been afraid
I was in sun
You was in the shade
No wonder niggaz throwing shade
I know that last line kinda plane
Like a air craft 757
But everything else was a Mac 11
Dipped in holy water
Shooting at reverned
I been Blowing all day
I dun Ran thru damn 7
Barcelona know as xannie Heaven
Xannie god come and get blessing

Written by:
Brenton York

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