who u testin' - xanman$hawty lyrics
[chorus]
imma pull up with the choppa, the xd
these n*ggas don’t like me
xan don’t do much of that flex sh*t
he gon’ hide behind the screen, he got beef, don’t address it
wock pint, sippin’ lean, got the nine on my dresser
yeah he mad cause’ his b*tch chose up, now he irrelevant
whole gang finna go, n*gga tell me who you better then?
already know who on the beat, hit a bass, i ain’t saying sh*t
get pistol whipped with the gl!ck, n*gga who you playin’ with?
skinny n*gga, but you know my pockets big like a fat b*tch
pull up with brando, yeah we ball like the mavericks
he said that it’s his, i took her, you can’t have it
face shot left him shocked, man you don’t want no static
[verse]
yeah i came from that [?] sh*t, rip gladys
ran off on the play, and i sn*tch it like gladly
blonde dreads, b*tch she thought i was durkio
you hating on me, like n*gga ain’t you thirty though?
you a grown n*gga and you still f*ck with them dirty hoes
how you f*ckin’ the p*ssy and that sh*t smell like bootyhole?
you ain’t gettin’ no backend, ain’t even got no bankroll
tried to f*ck with my money so i slapped him with the bankroll
and i am the general, you gon’ do what your d*mn told
i up the b*tch quick, so you best keep your mouth closed
come in this crib and we f*ck, keep your mouth closed
i knew you was a freak, she don’t suck d*ck with her eyes closed
i was hittin’ the spot, she say xan, hit a high note
bullet wound to the chest, stain just like geico
could shot the ones, do this sh*t mano a mano
had to bring the sticks out, n*gga you already know he we comin’
[chorus]
imma pull up with the choppa, the xd
these n*ggas don’t like me
xan don’t do much of that flex sh*t
he gon’ hide behind the screen, he got beef, don’t address it
wock pint, sippin’ lean, got the nine on my dresser
yeah he mad cause’ his b*tch chose up, now he irrelevant
whole gang finna go, n*gga tell me who you better then?
already know who on the beat, hit a bass, i ain’t saying sh*t
get pistol whipped with the gl!ck, n*gga who you playin’ with?
skinny n*gga, but you know my pockets big like a fat b*tch
pull up with brando, yeah we ball like the mavericks
he said that it’s his, i took her, you can’t have it
face shot left him shocked, man you don’t want no static
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