3Xan/ReDrUm

Bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan

Yeah, I popped another Xan, forgot all of my plans
Bitch, I'm up, up, up, up, and I can't land
I ain't tryna hang out with you 'cause I fuckin' hate yo' friends
I ain't got no time for the bullshit, I ain't tryna hear what you sayin'
Drunk drivin' off the Henny
She say, "You want sucky?" I just say plenty
Bought my bitch a new purse, it cost more than what you're worth
In the Lamb' goin' skrrt, in her pussy, she is gon' squirt
I'ma put that ass to work, I'ma put that ass to work

Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here
Popped another Xan, Xan, Xan, bitch, I'm outta here

Make it rain with these bullets, leave you in a pool of blood
And I'm swervin' in the coupe, shawty come and suck me up

Walk into the Gala nigga fresh as fuck
Yeah .40 stay up on me, bet a nigga get bucked
I'm with me and all my niggas, yeah, we give no fucks
Try to run up on the gang, nigga, test yo' luck
Make it rain with these bullets, leave you in a pool of blood
Like this spliff, I light him up, I just love to see him run
Yeah, the choppa came with a red drum, drum, drum
Yeah, his body fall layin in the sun, sun, sun
Don't play with me, I'm not the one, one, one
Your homie died with a burner, is he dumb, dumb, dumb?
Your homie lied to you, then snitched to the judge
Now you in jail and they fuckin' your girl guts



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Writer(s): James Hudson Jr.
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