All of these xans
All is this muf*ckin paper
All of these plans
My mission to to pull me a caper
Kick it the door on the rappers
And lay down the majors
Head shots for agents and ceos
Jus to rape ya
But I can't go like that
All my masters I'm own'n that
Independent
Ima stick to dat
Endorsements on that lame Shit
I can't drive wit my stick in dat
I'm thinkIn What kinda of shit is that
When I wake up
Straight to the step
Young nigga still in the trap
That's why can't live wit moms
I keep a tech in my Nike bag
Wit a half a gas and sum Xanax
Wit digi scale
And if she ever came across it
Lords know Niggaz wish me well
Like a penny to a wishing well
Throw a Nigga out then wish me well
Pray I to god I never see a cell
Left me out here no choice
Child support on a Nigga heels
I be thinking bout it everyday
But if I blow wit this rap shit
I worried cuz s nigga straight
I ain't full but a nigga ate
I was 18 ride'n paper plates
Chop suey when I hit the block
Peal lac all tinted out
But that was back in the old days
When young Skrill had the Tre 8
I had to cop me a 32
No beef
Jus something to do
Then I got shot
Now my screws loose
Hit a block Then let loose
I kno Niggaz that a catch a body
Then go catch a cab
Shooting out the uber
When they ride passed
Then the time pass
And they right back
Rolling up pack
Smoking on gas
Lacking off a Xan
Barcelona it a do u bad
Cuz Niggaz came back
Wit the shit
30 shots and they didn't miss
U snoozin tryna text a Bitch
They focused tryna do hit
York$ta - Xanland Lyrics
York$ta - Xanland Lyrics
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All of these xans
All is this muf*ckin paper
All of these plans
My mission to to pull me a caper
Kick it the door on the rappers
And lay down the majors
Head shots for agents and ceos
Jus to rape ya
But I can't go like that
All my masters I'm own'n that
Independent
Ima stick to dat
Endorsements on that lame Shit
I can't drive wit my stick in dat
I'm thinkIn What kinda of shit is that
When I wake up
Straight to the step
Young nigga still in the trap
That's why can't live wit moms
I keep a tech in my Nike bag
Wit a half a gas and sum Xanax
Wit digi scale
And if she ever came across it
Lords know Niggaz wish me well
Like a penny to a wishing well
Throw a Nigga out then wish me well
Pray I to god I never see a cell
Left me out here no choice
Child support on a Nigga heels
I be thinking bout it everyday
But if I blow wit this rap shit
I worried cuz s nigga straight
I ain't full but a nigga ate
I was 18 ride'n paper plates
Chop suey when I hit the block
Peal lac all tinted out
But that was back in the old days
When young Skrill had the Tre 8
I had to cop me a 32
No beef
Jus something to do
Then I got shot
Now my screws loose
Hit a block Then let loose
I kno Niggaz that a catch a body
Then go catch a cab
Shooting out the uber
When they ride passed
Then the time pass
And they right back
Rolling up pack
Smoking on gas
Lacking off a Xan
Barcelona it a do u bad
Cuz Niggaz came back
Wit the shit
30 shots and they didn't miss
U snoozin tryna text a Bitch
They focused tryna do hit
All is this muf*ckin paper
All of these plans
My mission to to pull me a caper
Kick it the door on the rappers
And lay down the majors
Head shots for agents and ceos
Jus to rape ya
But I can't go like that
All my masters I'm own'n that
Independent
Ima stick to dat
Endorsements on that lame Shit
I can't drive wit my stick in dat
I'm thinkIn What kinda of shit is that
When I wake up
Straight to the step
Young nigga still in the trap
That's why can't live wit moms
I keep a tech in my Nike bag
Wit a half a gas and sum Xanax
Wit digi scale
And if she ever came across it
Lords know Niggaz wish me well
Like a penny to a wishing well
Throw a Nigga out then wish me well
Pray I to god I never see a cell
Left me out here no choice
Child support on a Nigga heels
I be thinking bout it everyday
But if I blow wit this rap shit
I worried cuz s nigga straight
I ain't full but a nigga ate
I was 18 ride'n paper plates
Chop suey when I hit the block
Peal lac all tinted out
But that was back in the old days
When young Skrill had the Tre 8
I had to cop me a 32
No beef
Jus something to do
Then I got shot
Now my screws loose
Hit a block Then let loose
I kno Niggaz that a catch a body
Then go catch a cab
Shooting out the uber
When they ride passed
Then the time pass
And they right back
Rolling up pack
Smoking on gas
Lacking off a Xan
Barcelona it a do u bad
Cuz Niggaz came back
Wit the shit
30 shots and they didn't miss
U snoozin tryna text a Bitch
They focused tryna do hit
Writer: Brenton York
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