Текст песни XansMadeTherocka! - Sl4YERS*

Yeah bitch I came with a stick
Tryna run up my bag like a jit
Steady talking like he never missed
Your music is trash
Nigga your shit
Like Osama I'm finna blow up
With my turban I'm finna go up
Taking purses I feel like robber
I ran up a forty like NLE choppa

That lil boy zesty he ain't got guts
Shawty been thirsty she tryna fuck
Barcadi, Margiela, I drip like a fountain
I want jordans and nikes on me and my cult
Yeah she not my girl I know she's a hoe
She falling for me she like all other hoes
I know she a thot so I treat like nun
Add a bell and perc so my niggas wild out
She say "rocka you big" I said shawty I'm not
She asked how much I make I said baby a lot

A lot I'm making a lot
He fake that nigga a bot
He been cappin' his claiming my spot
I been silent but I'm not gone
I stay silent but I don't worry
Yeah nigga I'm jus tryna get to the top

Huh Xans got me so hyper
This a demon no never a viper
Sipping codeine I need me a docter
I spit from the mind I was never a writer
Shawty told me she never been zooted
Had to roll up a thirty for her
Got her screaming my name in the night
I hit from the back and she screaming all night

Okay Xans
Xans Made Therocka
Okay Xans
Xans Made Therocka
Okay Xans
Xans Made Therocka
Okay Xans