Lyrics Intro - XanMan

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hey, you-ah
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh-ah
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh-ah

I wanna know why you in my face, I don't know who you are

I wanna make the Margiela my jacket, ooh
One day, I'll have it
How do y'all hate when we ride past?
Chanel bag got five racks
Street nigga in Saint Laurent
I'ma walk down like LeBron
We don't got jobs, man, we on
I remember when I had lockjaw
I remember when nobody cared
Who you lil' niggas? Nobody scared
With the snakes like Sanjay and Craig
Chopper rob a nigga, try take his bread
Ooh, I only want the bop, give me head
Where you at, halmes? Bitch, I'm right here
Hangin' from the ceiling like a chandelier
Lil' nigga know I got the drum like an ear
Take the plug down when I hit him with the spear
They call me David Blaine when I make him disappear
Ain't hit her from the front, I'ma hit her from the rear
Got the Wock in the bottle, nigga, I ain't drinkin' beer
If a street nigga, only nigga you ain't seen here
Alias U-U, ridin' 'round with a spear

Down bad, gotta hope that they be spinnin' like a pear
Bro, these lil' niggas broke, they might need every pair, ooh, ooh

Hey, you-ah
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh-ah
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh-ah
I wanna know why you in my face, I don't know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, you-ah
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh-ah

That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh-ah
I wanna know why you in my face, I don't know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Lil' fuck nigga still wanna pocket-watch me
But they forgot 'bout the Mini Uzi
Put him on the block, yeah, I got a pocket rocket
Next day, bad bitch in the Mini Cooper
Shooter with dreads, I'ma call that nigga Lil Uzi
Tenth grade, makin' plays on my uncle's scooter
Nigga look cap, with the MAC, gotta protect the cooler
Word around town sayin' Xan not the shooter
Street shit that can turn kryptonite to Lex Luther
You got a dog? I'ma pull it out the pet coop
Fly shit, steppin' on Margiela's, I'm a jet fueler
I'm a real nigga, I don't do all the rumors

Nigga on a nigga, now I'ma call him fushie
Bad bitch didn't show, I'ma call her juicy
Cuz Zay move plugs, why he ain't moved it?
Got a bad bitch, 'bout to make a main movie

Hey, you-ah
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh-ah
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh-ah
I wanna know why you in my face, I don't know who you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, you-ah
Still put the racks up in the safe, ooh-ah
That nigga not real, he with the Jakes, ooh-ah
I wanna know why you in my face, I don't know who you are