Xan
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
You rapping to make it
Im rapping for fun
I take yo style make a hit
All that you dropping is shit
I am as good as it gets
Aint gotta talk about clips
That shit dont make you legit
I talk bout taking you bitch
And stackin my chips
She suck my dick
And we shooting clips
Oops i just talked about clips
Her friend in the back taking pics
Made that hoe go home she trippin
Told her no pics she aint listen
I got a hoe in the front rolling a blunt
Another one up in the kitchen
Whippin the chicken
I dont talk shit
I be shittin on you lil niggas
Ill really step on you lil niggas
Yall really slept on a lil nigga
But now im on and you wishing
Only hit my phone about bidness
I need a deal and thats facts
You making deals with the feds
Im making deals with the bread
So touch it and you gon be dead
Hang on the block like im craig
Yo bitch so dumb she a meg
I hope she falls off of some pegs
Riding a bike with her friends
Yea hoe i mean what I said
Who harder than Redd
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
Play wit my people you over with
First you on a shirt
And then you in a hurst
And then you in the dirt
Im at yo funeral yo ppl crying
While I play it off like I didnt get you murked
I been that nigga since i was like 3
But I been a player since I was in first
I used to fuck on the bitches at nap time
And then go inside the teacher purse
Uhnn yeaaa
Im not the niggas you fucking wit
I fuck you better and I get you wetter
I be inside of your fucking ribs
I pull it out and then nut in yo mouth
Cause you like to swallow my fucking kids
And dont gain the courage to fix up your mouth
Thinking that you getting a fucking kiss
Bitch you got some nerves huhhhh
If you talking to me but it aint bout money
Then keep in your words huhhh
Yea yea yea
Bitch you got some nerves huh
If you talking to me but it aint bout money
Then keep in your words huhhh
Yea yea yea
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
You rapping to make it
Im rapping for fun
I take yo style make a hit
All that you dropping is shit
I am as good as it gets
Aint gotta talk about clips
That shit dont make you legit
I talk bout taking you bitch
And stackin my chips
She suck my dick
And we shooting clips
Oops i just talked about clips
Her friend in the back taking pics
Made that hoe go home she trippin
Told her no pics she aint listen
I got a hoe in the front rolling a blunt
Another one up in the kitchen
Whippin the chicken
I dont talk shit
I be shittin on you lil niggas
Ill really step on you lil niggas
Yall really slept on a lil nigga
But now im on and you wishing
Only hit my phone about bidness
I need a deal and thats facts
You making deals with the feds
Im making deals with the bread
So touch it and you gon be dead
Hang on the block like im craig
Yo bitch so dumb she a meg
I hope she falls off of some pegs
Riding a bike with her friends
Yea hoe i mean what I said
Who harder than Redd
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
Play wit my people you over with
First you on a shirt
And then you in a hurst
And then you in the dirt
Im at yo funeral yo ppl crying
While I play it off like I didnt get you murked
I been that nigga since i was like 3
But I been a player since I was in first
I used to fuck on the bitches at nap time
And then go inside the teacher purse
Uhnn yeaaa
Im not the niggas you fucking wit
I fuck you better and I get you wetter
I be inside of your fucking ribs
I pull it out and then nut in yo mouth
Cause you like to swallow my fucking kids
And dont gain the courage to fix up your mouth
Thinking that you getting a fucking kiss
Bitch you got some nerves huhhhh
If you talking to me but it aint bout money
Then keep in your words huhhh
Yea yea yea
Bitch you got some nerves huh
If you talking to me but it aint bout money
Then keep in your words huhhh
Yea yea yea
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
I dont pop mollys but might pop a xan
My crew will jack son no you dont wanna dance
My money too fat it dont fit in my pants
If i hit ya bitch then she leaving her mans
She fucking a nigga ig she a fan
My shooters will burn you like you over tanned
You are a kid and i am the man
If you aint Say Redd then fuck what you sayin
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Writer(s): D'koby James
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