Andrew Tate - Xanman

Internet gangster, he tryna get clout Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house On GPS it say it's the right one Nigga got spanked, his man tried to hype him Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him? Three hundred in the clip like a, uh Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler He said he your man, he ended up folding Cut off the alarm, the garage door open "Xan fell off," the fuck is you smoking? Don't fuck with these niggas, that's how I be coping Ran it up, I got two beats from Dolan Free car, bitch, you know that bitch stolen Yodel-ay-he-hoo, the Glock get to yodeling I sold your man huff, he ain't even open it I kept that shit in the street You can get left when we meet I censor the Glock, bleep Bad lil' bitch, she petite (I'm 'bout to flood the Philippe) Wrap it up, fold it up, wrap it up, fold it up neat Mexican plug named Luis (I need a QP) I'm counting up Jacksons, he Hang out the window, whee I got some Wock' in my pee I get it lit, I get it wild I got a big Glock on me now Big four-five, nigga, we go ka-blaow I watch how you move, I'm peepin' your style I walk in the house, give me all the loot My OG shootin' shit like Uncle Drew What do you take? Bitch, a W Couldn't get your man, we gon' buck at you Hold on, this nigga Xan crazy It's like five of us and one of you I don't give a fuck, it's more targets to shoot I'm uppin' a glizzy, I'm robbing a few Most of these niggas be bitches Man, since lil' niggas, they ain't botherin' you I feel like a star, bitch, I'm 'bout to shoot Backdoor move, he think we in kahoots Internet gangster, he tryna get clout Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house On GPS it say it's the right one Nigga got spanked, his man tried to hype him Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him? Three hundred in the clip like a, uh Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler