Discussions Off Xans

(I love D.J. Grenade)

Huh, I've been living my life
Hit that boy with that 762, now, he traumatised
You ain't never been in street
How long is you gon' live that lie?
Sumo said, "When I said do these shrooms, nigga, I can fly"
Nigga play my gang, on God, I'ma take that drive

I'm with some bloods, throwing big B's in the beehive (B's)
Call that hoe, Lil Boat, she get fucked, fucked, one night
Glock-17, KI pull up with Gen-Five, all different types of beam
Nigga, ain't shooting at the sky
We got all different types of lean

Wock or Tris, tonight
I'ma go all in for the mob, nigga, that's on God (hmm, ay)
Nigga, want to ride the wave, but nigga, we not Rod
15 bands for that lick nigga, I'ma do that job
I go twice 'bout my gang, nigga, I double down with them fye
Know my whore pushing up with 30-round mags, and 50-round drums
I ain't gotta call my capo to come get you, I'm a don

Nigga, keep popping that godamn shit on the 'gram
Fuck nigga, watch your tone
Glock got a whole 30 mag, and that bitch don't jam
Nigga gon' shoot at your lung
I don't even think I'll stop gang-banging (hmm, ay)
This shit, not no gang, nigga this the mob, nigga, I'm just saying (ha)

Woke up thinking 'bout Sumo, and b-, I popped this xan (ha)
Before Sumo, he got locked up, he just tell me, "He need land"
I do oxy's, I pop percy's
I sell meth, like breaking bad
Fuck with that bitch, when I'm in New York
I don't call an uber, I call her a cab
I didn't get to see Kyra face, before I got locked up, man, damn

Me and B.J. supposed to be rocking out shows
Nigga, I'm like damn, baby, I broke your heart
Can I fuck one time? Baby, I'm just saying
We fuck bitches that we see in T.V., look like Gina and Pam (yeah)
It be so many times, I be thinking 'bout death

I can talk some sense into that dumbass bitch, but I'd waste my breath (huh)
Turn your lights down, lean back, roll that window down
Let that b- go, called a shell-catcher
This how we shoot up houses, nigga
I'm just teaching lessons
If you in this mob shit, catch your man, it ain't no pressure
Know we do that job, we catch that boy, and then, we flip him

I throw money on them hoe nigga, but we can't fuck no stripper
Spend like fifty on her toes nigga, just to bless her
I told gang, don't give me D.P. for them xans, I just be stressing
I don't care if I die, I just want to go to Heaven
Nigga talking 'bout the mob, this on God, we can't spare him
Do that job, flip his block, catch his ass, we gon' whack him (whack)

Rice Street, I can't go back, nigga
I was so damn restless (huh)
I was so damn helpless (huh)
My gang gave me bands, and that bitch took that
Shawty, I know where you live, I can get on that
You think I'm stuck in the crib, but I finessed that
I just might come and love you (huh)

Fuck that (huh), bitch pull up, I'm tryna fuck you
Fuck that (huh), did you less, I'm tryna slut that (hey)
Put this drip on, before I heard about bucket hat (put this drip on)
We can't get along with fuck niggas (we can't get along)

I ain't on that (oh, no), Kel pull out that stick, better back, back (please)
Velly had that X.D., now, that Glock attached (yeah)
I pull that fire out, just like "Hrrr" (Hrrr)
You like an Eastside junkie, don't make no noise (no noise)
My whore told me, you gotta go, is not my choice (not my choice)