NOT A XAN Lyrics

No dodging these bullets boy this ain't the Matrix no duckin this FnN

Ain't my problem he caught in the smoke when he ain't even want it that's second hand

From the opposite side of the function see everybody turn when we steppin in

Same Gucci slippers we bled em' in

Receive the message or get heaven sent

I know some niggas that get that boy whacked put his head in a wrap like the Taliban

I know they love me yo bitch want to fuck me but don't get to close I might smack a fan

I could make 200k in a day ima' still tell that hoe I ain't got a band

Don't give a fuck bout these niggas I talk to the money like bitch I ain't got a friend

I really do this shit don't need no stylist if I get to wilding it's not a trend

I'm a producing acting scamming rapper I work way too hard for me not to spend

I'm in a coupe with like two different models sum finna pop and it's not a xan

But they tell me you stupid if you think you

Had to cut them niggas off I'm hangin out the roof getting top again

Truth be told no guarantee ima call again

TNT blunt that bitch blew up the spot again

Strange fruit niggas hanging like ornaments

Same view only difference i'm higher than Babe Ruth

They like YBS this ain't the same you

Ain't it funny how all this shit changed you

Yeah my dick done got bigger my chains grew

Bitch don't tell me it's nothin I can't do

I can't stay the same you supposed to change to

I went hard every time that the pain grew

Now I don't clean the house but the maid do

Got her mopping up blood in some rain boots

Trusted my gut and I ain't lose

Fuckin the world and she came too

Boy don't play like we making the same moves let the flame loose

No dodging these bullets boy this ain't the Matrix no duckin this FnN

Ain't my problem he caught in the smoke when he ain't even want it that's second hand

From the opposite side of the function see everybody turn when we steppin in

Same Gucci slippers we bled em' in

Receive the message or get heaven sent

I know some niggas that get that boy whacked put his head in a wrap like the Taliban

I know they love me yo bitch want to fuck me but don't get to close I might smack a fan

I could make 200k in a day ima' still tell that hoe I ain't got a band

Don't give a fuck bout these niggas I talk to the money like bitch I ain't got a friend