Ridin' round the city askin' where the f*ck my niggas now
Don't entertain no nigga, give a f*ck 'bout what they sayin' now
Roll a couple blunts, my stuff be leakin' with drip, yeah
I can't love no thot, but I'll still go bust on they lip, yeah
She might throw a fit
Aston Martin, peep the seats
Xanderz servin' round the block, guess the cost of all these teeth
Shit I bought be so elite, got all these girlies out singin' now
Oh, you smokin' woods? Well peep the dope that I be bringing now
These digits keep on coming out, I only need a finger now
You niggas ain't shit to me, you dirt up in my fingernail
Benjis gettin' bigger now, f*ck you heard, word of mouth
Niggas richer than your daddy, y'all can't afford my whole bank account
F*ck what you heard, I'm my own entity
Never break no bread because all these niggas ain't friends to me
Never gon' abide, 30 round clip make em slide
I hear em knockin' the door we got .380s and they next to me
These ladies get the best of me, honestly I got next for me
Why this bitch keep textin' me?
5 felons strapped up, don't you go open that backpack
Choppa make you sing, I got felonies in my knapsack
Need guala, bitch I get that
These diamonds might just hit back
These niggas be clowns and then I put that on they set, like
How you say you makin' 6 figures, you flexin' singles, right
And how you dropping singles, nobody wanna go hear em', right
F*ck what you heard, I'm my own entity
Never break no bread because all these niggas ain't friends to me
Never gon' abide, 30 round clip make em slide
I hear em knockin' the door we got .380s and they next to me
Xanderz - .380 Lyrics
Xanderz - .380 Lyrics
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Ridin' round the city askin' where the f*ck my niggas now
Don't entertain no nigga, give a f*ck 'bout what they sayin' now
Roll a couple blunts, my stuff be leakin' with drip, yeah
I can't love no thot, but I'll still go bust on they lip, yeah
She might throw a fit
Aston Martin, peep the seats
Xanderz servin' round the block, guess the cost of all these teeth
Shit I bought be so elite, got all these girlies out singin' now
Oh, you smokin' woods? Well peep the dope that I be bringing now
These digits keep on coming out, I only need a finger now
You niggas ain't shit to me, you dirt up in my fingernail
Benjis gettin' bigger now, f*ck you heard, word of mouth
Niggas richer than your daddy, y'all can't afford my whole bank account
F*ck what you heard, I'm my own entity
Never break no bread because all these niggas ain't friends to me
Never gon' abide, 30 round clip make em slide
I hear em knockin' the door we got .380s and they next to me
These ladies get the best of me, honestly I got next for me
Why this bitch keep textin' me?
5 felons strapped up, don't you go open that backpack
Choppa make you sing, I got felonies in my knapsack
Need guala, bitch I get that
These diamonds might just hit back
These niggas be clowns and then I put that on they set, like
How you say you makin' 6 figures, you flexin' singles, right
And how you dropping singles, nobody wanna go hear em', right
F*ck what you heard, I'm my own entity
Never break no bread because all these niggas ain't friends to me
Never gon' abide, 30 round clip make em slide
I hear em knockin' the door we got .380s and they next to me
Don't entertain no nigga, give a f*ck 'bout what they sayin' now
Roll a couple blunts, my stuff be leakin' with drip, yeah
I can't love no thot, but I'll still go bust on they lip, yeah
She might throw a fit
Aston Martin, peep the seats
Xanderz servin' round the block, guess the cost of all these teeth
Shit I bought be so elite, got all these girlies out singin' now
Oh, you smokin' woods? Well peep the dope that I be bringing now
These digits keep on coming out, I only need a finger now
You niggas ain't shit to me, you dirt up in my fingernail
Benjis gettin' bigger now, f*ck you heard, word of mouth
Niggas richer than your daddy, y'all can't afford my whole bank account
F*ck what you heard, I'm my own entity
Never break no bread because all these niggas ain't friends to me
Never gon' abide, 30 round clip make em slide
I hear em knockin' the door we got .380s and they next to me
These ladies get the best of me, honestly I got next for me
Why this bitch keep textin' me?
5 felons strapped up, don't you go open that backpack
Choppa make you sing, I got felonies in my knapsack
Need guala, bitch I get that
These diamonds might just hit back
These niggas be clowns and then I put that on they set, like
How you say you makin' 6 figures, you flexin' singles, right
And how you dropping singles, nobody wanna go hear em', right
F*ck what you heard, I'm my own entity
Never break no bread because all these niggas ain't friends to me
Never gon' abide, 30 round clip make em slide
I hear em knockin' the door we got .380s and they next to me
Writer: Jon Sanders
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