[Intro]
XanGang
Yuh, yuh, aye, aye, aye
[Verse]
I got that pocket rocket on me and it filled with hollow rounds (hollow rounds)
And it came with a suppressor, so it do not make a sound (make a sound)
I don't fuck around, I need that money right now (right now)
You ain't bout that action, boy you better pipe down (pipe down)
Bitch I'm money hungry, I need more bread
I ain't coppin' that whip, if it ain't foreign (if it ain't foreign)
I [?] a clown, [?] red dot on your forehead (forehead)
I don't fuck around, I get that guap and then I floor it (then I floor it)
I ain't fuckin' with the opps, so I'm movin' silent (movin' silent)
Blowin' thru these pack, no I can't lift my eyelids (my eyelids)
I got diamonds on my neck, fleshin' like some [?] (aye, aye like some [?])
[Hook]
Runnin' up my money like a trackstar, like a faststar
Burning through the gas like a nascar
Posted up, bitch I'm really [?]
I love that action, get it clappin' if you act hard
Okay, I'm reloaded!
Countin' foreign bands with a foreign a bitch
Rockin' foreign clothes, can't afford the fit
Smokin' foreign dough, blowin' through the zip
Movin' coast to coast, bitch I'm with the shits
Runnin' up my money like a trackstar, like a faststar
Burning through the gas like a nascar
Posted up, bitch I'm really [?]
I love that action, get it clappin' if you act hard
Countin' foreign bands with a foreign a bitch
Rockin' foreign clothes, can't afford the fit
Smokin' foreign dough, blowin' through the zip
Movin' coast to coast, bitch I'm with the shits
XanGang
Yuh, yuh, aye, aye, aye
[Verse]
I got that pocket rocket on me and it filled with hollow rounds (hollow rounds)
And it came with a suppressor, so it do not make a sound (make a sound)
I don't fuck around, I need that money right now (right now)
You ain't bout that action, boy you better pipe down (pipe down)
Bitch I'm money hungry, I need more bread
I ain't coppin' that whip, if it ain't foreign (if it ain't foreign)
I [?] a clown, [?] red dot on your forehead (forehead)
I don't fuck around, I get that guap and then I floor it (then I floor it)
I ain't fuckin' with the opps, so I'm movin' silent (movin' silent)
Blowin' thru these pack, no I can't lift my eyelids (my eyelids)
I got diamonds on my neck, fleshin' like some [?] (aye, aye like some [?])
[Hook]
Runnin' up my money like a trackstar, like a faststar
Burning through the gas like a nascar
Posted up, bitch I'm really [?]
I love that action, get it clappin' if you act hard
Okay, I'm reloaded!
Countin' foreign bands with a foreign a bitch
Rockin' foreign clothes, can't afford the fit
Smokin' foreign dough, blowin' through the zip
Movin' coast to coast, bitch I'm with the shits
Runnin' up my money like a trackstar, like a faststar
Burning through the gas like a nascar
Posted up, bitch I'm really [?]
I love that action, get it clappin' if you act hard
Countin' foreign bands with a foreign a bitch
Rockin' foreign clothes, can't afford the fit
Smokin' foreign dough, blowin' through the zip
Movin' coast to coast, bitch I'm with the shits
( Lil Secret )
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