She
She
Huh
Hey
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Another day, another bag to flip
Yeah I don't even want your bitch, she a dip
Yeah I be rollin' on the interstate
Goin' past 88, I don't give a f*ck
Man I'm never late, yeah
I pop up with the AK
Actin' like a animal, man I ain't no cannibal
I'm pullin' up
With them drugs, got em' stubbed
I'm movin' shit, I don't even feel like
I can be lit anymore
Man I feel like I'm on the flow
Comin' with it, but I be comin' back
Changin' up the flow with it
And these bitches always trippin
Why you hatin' on a young rich one
Comin' up real quick, got a big gun
And I might split your wick, yeah
And I'm feelin' real good, baby
And these drugs got me feelin' kinda crazy
Lately, huh, I'm poppin' in
With the dope, and I don't even know
Man, my mama
Had to see a lot of shit, but when we
Woke up, we made it
Yeah, I wanna scream that shit, I don't wanna
Be famous, tryin' to get the motherf*ckin
Dope, and I just wanna hit the
Road, even in the cold
And I'm gettin' trappin' everyday, tryin' to get it on
Yeah, and your bitch
Wanna get it on, but I
Center to the side, cuz I'm in the end zone
Already, smokin' on that shit
So heavy, feelin' like I could
Never break 11, uh, yeah
And we poppin' up, yeah
Yeah, I'm never gettin' stuck
All up in my feelings, oh, wait, I am
Yeah, I'm feelin' like
I need another Xan, but baby
Yeah, can you tell me the plan
I'm poppin' percs just to get to the date
And I don't even know another way
I'm feelin' like I'm in another wave
Yeah, another
Motherf*ckin' dollar
Made that bitch scream and holla
Pulled up in a Impala
And she hopped in the back
And she swallowed, yeah
You know that's real shit, real spit
Spittin' off the motherf*ckin' dome, I don't write shit
Yeah, I might write one song, baby
But then I'm goin' crazy
I do a 180, yeah
Bitches always tryin' to creep on me
But I don't need that shit, man, I need to rest in peace
Yeah, and I ain't talkin
About dyin, no, I be on the motherf*ckin
Pan, I be flyin' though
Uh
Yep
Uh-huh
Get it
Yo, tryin' to be
Triumph, I hear the trumpets blow
I'm just tryin' to be the king, I'm tryin' to
Shine rose gold, tryin' to be a diamond
Up in this thing, tryin' to shine like
Everybody wanna see me
Up on the big stage, I'm tryin' to
Be the king, rock outta this cage
I've been chained up, tryin' to make sure
That I never get locked back up
In the jail cell, tryin' to figure out
How to escape hell, tryin' to figure out
How to make my coins flip well
In the wishing well
F*ck that, I got stories to tell
I'm tryin' to yell, I'm the king
Look at me, I'm him, I'ma do my thing
Watch me shine hotter than your bling
I'ma make sure that I stay hot
I'm never gonna stop
When I reach the top, I'll never drop
Uh, unlike these beat
I'ma make sure that I take over these streets
I'm tryin' to spit clean
I'm tryin' to get green
But I need you to move away from me
Don't need no negativity
I'm like a disease without a remedy
I'm tryin' to make sure I cook up the recipe
Tryin' to make sure that I spit nice
I'm tryin' to look like this bitch I like
I'm tryin' to get her to come on my site
Huh, huh, what
What, what, what
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, my boy said he wants to come on his site
I don't even give a f*ck, man, I don't cry
Pull up to the plug and I'm like
I'ma buy everything you want
Man, I like to get it gone
Get it gone real fast
In my zone, man, I'm speedin' real fast
Do the dash on the f*ckin' couch
Man, I put my middle finger out, man
I be feelin' like the man, I'm the Xan man
Rollin' round town like I'm the plug man
I don't even get no shits
Rolled around the f*ckin' city, man, I like loose lips
Yeah, they sink ships, yeah
Don't mention family and business
Cause that's some crooked shit, yeah
Rolled around with a big K
And it might be a bad day if you try to play
Uh, yeah, I was eatin' every day
Gettin' big stomach, man, I don't even know where to go
Where to go, man, I'm drownin' in the f*ckin' snow
And I don't even feel like I can get it flow
Flow like the river, and I'm on fire
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Flow like the river, and I'm always gettin' sicker
Yeah, I'm sicker than the flu
Comin' at you, I beat you black and blue
Then I come with my crew
And we leave you loose
I'm a loose screw, yeah
And I don't know if I need some more food
But I feel hungry
Eatin' wrappers for dinner, yeah
And I, my pockets all fat, yo, it's dinner
Feelin' like I'm the best
And I don't know where to stop
Yeah, I be gettin' that guap
F*ck a cop, rolled around my city
Like I'm top notch
Yeah, they can't f*ck with this
I got gold on my teeth, and I be spittin' shit
And you can feel it
You can really f*ckin' feel it
And I got feelings, I ain't scared to admit it, bitch