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xan by the pound - yung trae lyrics

[intro]
n-gga you ever notice how like a local rapper’ll get on a song and be like:
“n-gga, you know who the f-ck it is.”
and i just be like: “nah n-gga, we don’t.” f-ck it

[hook]
might have bad b-tch send me nudes, might skateboard wit’ a few white dudes
might throw a party wit’ my sister, might roll a blunt, or just sip my liquor
might stay local, or i might go outta town, i been in field, and i’m never outta bounds
if i get in the game, then i’m goin for the crown
know a couple n-ggas move xan by the pound
they might merk a n-gga if i ever give the word
i might call my ex if ever get the nerve
and tell her i’m on, i’m on, i’m on, tell her i’m on, i’m on, i’m on
b-tch we eat’in, eat’in, eat’in, i’mma breath of fresh air; don’t stop breathin’
tell her i’m on, i’m on, i’m on, tell her i’m on, i’m on, i’m on (let’s get it)

[verse 1: yung trae]
if they got a problem, they gonn call yung treezy
i beat these b-tches up like my name chris breezy
smokein’ on a bag, of that crispy sour deezy
when life gives you lemons, boy you better get to squeezein’
my b-tch don’t got no cut cards, my big homies is cut throat
they say: “yung trae, you nailed it!”, but y’all other n-ggas just a clear coat
no cuticles, i give they -ss the business like cubicles
i got twin sis she’s beautiful; f-ck wit’ her wrong she go patrick ewing
boston hockey; sh-t is brewing, in my head
she in my bed, needle d-ck; and she thread
daffy sh-t, i’m duckin’ feds, i’m on the clock, i’m off my meds
almost famous, you can tell by chain, school of hard knocks, i majored in pain
n-gga i’mma solider, i be on my major payne
n-gga you a mark, you a major -ss lame
i’mma tell my camp start f-ckin campaign
i’m so hot, boy i sizzle when it rain, i’m in winners circle and you circlein’ the drain
boy i’m on, i’m on, i’m on, i’mma keep goin, keep goin, keep goin
ride this wave or drown yourself, only round greatness, i surround my self
n-gga at the top i just found myself, i might k!ll the game til ain’t no one left

[hook]

[verse 2: cartier]
never gave a f-ck about a op, and n-gga that’s some real sh-t
you could add the t, that’s some trill sh-t
you a clumsy -ss b-tch you spill sh-t, i k!ll sh-t, on some bill sh-t
i am not the motherf-cker to deal wit’, like a ziplock bag i seal sh-t
go 0 to 100 n-gga real quick, shout out to drake, o.v.o., degr-ssi in my blunt
i f-cked your main b-tch and your side b-tch, i called it a double stunt
and it’s rare that i stunt, but a must that i flex
i told her: “don’t want the s-x give me the neck, then you could cut that check.”
cause b-tch i’m on, i’m on, i’m on, try to come crawling back i’mma send your -ss home
ho i’m a king, this my motherf-ckin’ throne, just turned 18 but a n-gga been grown
b-tch i’m so gone, my n-ggas keep them xans by the pound so you know a n-gga way too on
fat .30 d-ck wit a full hundred round, just in case we gotta knock a hate’in -ss n-gga down
trae x.o. that’s my motherf-ckin’ ’round, b-tch stay tuned we the talk of the town
n-gga we eatin’, eatin’, eatin’, comein’ for any n-gga that’s speakin’
party every weekend, bad b-tch i’m seekin’
like a s-x tape, leave a b-tch n-gga leakin’
your b-tch goin skits over me, she tweakin’
seen me in person, she think she dreamin’
b-tch i’m on

[hook]

- yung trae lyrics

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