New Xan chords and lyrics - XANMAN

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[Verse 1]
[Bm]On codei[C]ne we ain't tryin'
[Bm]We ain't playin' all t[C]hat
Amber [Bm]alert, [C]blrrt, blrrt
Ha, nah, let me stop playin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
[Bm][C]

[Verse 2]
[C]Stayed down [G]for [C]all of this shit
ARP, he call[B]in' it
quit's (Blrrt)
Walk down, [G]get to dog[C]gin' this shit
Blrrt, got shot in his jog[B]gers and shit
Told my ex bitch, "Jump off a cliff"
I [C]want cheddar, look at the flicka da wrist
[B]He better keep one up
[C]in his stick (Blrrt)
Court [B]down bad like Money Mitch
[Bm]But nah, I ain't sell out no
brick[C]s
"Xan, why you keep slidin'?
You better than this"
Fuck [B]y'all, I ain't takin' lec
[Bm]tures for [C]shit
Lambo Urus, I speed this bitch
[B]My shawty a 10, I'm the dream and shit
[C]I saw her body drop,
I'm dreamin' shit
"Can I take [B]your order?"
On some Kenan shit
[C]Make him disappear on some Jesus shit
[B]Take me to ano[C]ther place
I got a Glock with [B]the fan
HeyShootBaby off [C]them Xans
ARP, I might crash
Hold [B]up, they said they [C]want
the old Xan?
Pump shotgun that shoot
back an old [B]man
Shoot at my neighbor, I feel like Seth Rogan
[C]Let me hit you raw and
put down the Trojan
[G]Bitch nigga always [C]tryna fake
45, bet a nigga won't fake
I [Bm]got juice in the cup,
like [C]Jay[Cdim]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay
[C]More Lif[B]e, he got hit wit[C]h the Drac'
Shit goin' down, we uppin' the rate
You wanted [B]the pounds
We ain't givin' you eight
[C]my shooters
They look like soldiers ankle weight
[B]Bitch wanna call my phone, you can wait
[C]I'm a fat nigga with a choppa, I can race
In a church [B]with the stick, [Bm]oh, happy day
[C]We rob the plug for the
racks in the safe
[Bm]Watch how I shoot, like JR [C]smith
You ain't gettin' P's back, nah, you hit
Four [B]hundred K [Bm]on some showoff shit
[C]Walk in the store with some
O- Dog shit
You nig[B]gas be gay, go [Bm]off, bitch
[C]My side bitch text me like, "No,
he didn't"
[B]That not your stick,
gun range you rented
[C]Funny how a whole app gon'
make [B]you missin'
Feed a bitch in her mouth
like a baby pigeon
[C]Before Corona,
you better stay [B]your distance
Keep a hammer on me
I [C]can build you a kitchen
Bitch don't know my name
Then Google my image
[B]How you do it in the street
But don't do it in pris[C]on?
I call up Woog, we gon'
Uber some bitches
[B]2012 got jumped in the new Helly Hansen
[C]Put his ass in a box,
now you [B]Roddy Ricchin'
Look like the world of Guinness
[C]Got both of my bitches
like, "Girl
You trippin'" dawg cook [B]up the crack
Like swirl [Bm]and cinna[C]mon
I call up Shoot, you know he spin a Benz
I slide [B]in a coupe, this [C]is an infinite
I'm in Infinity
Backdoor move,
we ain't feel[B]ing his energy
Divide [C]the shit I have, call it symmetry
That nigga dead, now he [B]in a symmetry
I [C]meant cemetery call in preliminaries
Check my dictionary nig[B]gas actin' scary
[C]I don't fuck with y'all

[Verse 3]
Matter fact, I don't fuck with none of y'all
HeyShootBaby, y'all
see what's goin' on
I got a Glock in my drawers, hey