Testo Really Bout - XanMan
Testo della canzone Really Bout (XanMan), tratta dall'album Really Bout
Who y'all niggas? I don't know, I ain't see y'all
Slide music, slide the doors and I ain't see y'all
Hol', bitch, you tippin', where y'all niggas at?
All black fit, walkin' outside, got a stick to match
Drag a bitch outta my house, you can find her where them extensions at
Big plug, nigga, hit the work off like a tennis rack
Nigga, fuck politics, my grandmother a democrat
Muzzle flash to his face, nigga, this ain't a photograph
Nigga, fuck school, all I used to use was PhotoMath
Nigga wrote a statement then the next day we gon' smoke his ass
I'm foulin' the plug, tackle shit, don't need a shoulder pad
I heard cuz was hot, lil' nigga need to roll in grass (Bah)
Where his face at? Lil' nigga, gave him two bucks
Nigga sweet as shit, bet his heart pumping fruit punch
Swear to God I was in jail, this me, nigga, who lunch?
Catch a nigga at the light, stick in my hand, do something
It ain't pressure, nigga
Bet I put the stick down, me and Kaydoo still reckin', nigga
Hit a nigga in his shit, break his jaw like a record, nigga
Call my shooters in designer, they might shoot you in a Tesla, nigga
Use the strong arm on the plug
I got the stick, I ain't a wrestler, nigga
Think I'm a rapper? I'ma show you what I'm really 'bout (Huh?)
This a true story, just hear me out (Brr)
Me and Kaydoo one time ran into his sister's house
Can't tell you everything, some parts, I'm just gon' pick it out
So many words, we pulled a move to get some firearms
Tryna get P's delivered to us like it's Papa John's
The chopper singing was inside, it sound like Chaka Khan
Free all my niggas in the cell, they couldn't get a bond
Feds tryna find a stick, nobody's 'post to be here
Cold felony charge, they could've gave me 23 years
Michael Jackson with the chopper, call me, I will be there
Run up on the plug with the Drac', I told him Take Care
Backdoor the plug, nigga, money over everything
My soldier get to steppin' on niggas like I'm Major Payne
Eleven in the clip, niggas think I'm seeing Stranger Things
Niggas wanna clout chase
I'm gon' shoot you, I ain't gon' take your chain
Fucking his bitch, she just asked me to buy 4 locks
You talking 'bout a stick, stop holding your bro's Glock
300 in the clip, they thinking I'm from O Block
I'm hitting on his bitch while I'm watching soap operas
Fuck a handgun, I hop out shooting both choppers
My migo plug asked me do I want a Horchata
I fuck his mother, now he thinking I'm the step-father
These niggas running from the bullets, make your death harder (Brr)
I'ma show you what I'm really 'bout
I'ma show you what I'm really 'bout
Get with me, nigga (Brr)
What I'm really 'bout
I'ma crash out again, nigga
I'ma crash out again, nigga
I'm the most humble nigga in the world, nigga
But don't get shit fucked up
Don't take kindness for weakness, nigga
I'ma show you
Hey
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Writer(s): Halie Salaam
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