xan
Pop a xan, kill a man
They don't seem to understand
Come back from the dead, I'll be your worst-man
She said that I scare her, fuck that little ho
I just made another dollar, imma need some more
Imma end a life, I can do it on the low
Pop out at yo' party, imma start a fuckin' show
I'm so fuckin' faded, I can't do this shit no more
Pass it to my boy, he ain't easy on the flow
"Your music sucks, you ain't nothin' but a bitch"
"Get a fuckin' job, just pretend you don't exist"
Then I give their forehead a little fuckin' kiss
I make more money in a day than what you got in the bank
I don't got a fast flow, but I get fast pay
Got some bitches on my dick, ole
Find it funny how you can't relate
You a little keyboard warrior, but that's okay
'Cause you ain't gon' be shit, yeah, that's yo' thing
Go, tell your group chat 'bout me, I don't care
I can deal with your puny fuckin' stare
Pop a xan, kill a man
They don't seem to understand
Come back from the dead, I'll be your worst-man
She said that I scare her, fuck that little ho
I just made another dollar, imma need some more
Imma end a life, I can do it on the low
Pop out at yo' party, imma start a fuckin' show
I'm so fuckin' faded, I can't do this shit no more
Pass it to my boy, he ain't easy on the flow
They don't seem to understand
Come back from the dead, I'll be your worst-man
She said that I scare her, fuck that little ho
I just made another dollar, imma need some more
Imma end a life, I can do it on the low
Pop out at yo' party, imma start a fuckin' show
I'm so fuckin' faded, I can't do this shit no more
Pass it to my boy, he ain't easy on the flow
"Your music sucks, you ain't nothin' but a bitch"
"Get a fuckin' job, just pretend you don't exist"
Then I give their forehead a little fuckin' kiss
I make more money in a day than what you got in the bank
I don't got a fast flow, but I get fast pay
Got some bitches on my dick, ole
Find it funny how you can't relate
You a little keyboard warrior, but that's okay
'Cause you ain't gon' be shit, yeah, that's yo' thing
Go, tell your group chat 'bout me, I don't care
I can deal with your puny fuckin' stare
Pop a xan, kill a man
They don't seem to understand
Come back from the dead, I'll be your worst-man
She said that I scare her, fuck that little ho
I just made another dollar, imma need some more
Imma end a life, I can do it on the low
Pop out at yo' party, imma start a fuckin' show
I'm so fuckin' faded, I can't do this shit no more
Pass it to my boy, he ain't easy on the flow
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