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Xanman

"Capital 1"

[Prelude: Xanman]
I'm on the drugs, I can't go away
Thought you was here, but you in the way
That n*gga capping, he ain't shoot no Drac
I spin a bin like I'm Dr. Dre
I asked her "Can you stop calling me? I need some space"
Your mans was down bad, I set him straight

[Intro: DJ UncleLieekLieek]
Yo!
Aye man, y'all already know who the f*ck it is
It's DJ UncleLieekLieek, man
f*ck you got, TD Bank? Bank of America? Wells Fargo?
Aye, they just busted ten band juugs down at Capital One
What's in your wallet? Ha ha ha

[Hook]
Ran it up, got a lil n*gga plotting
Get the pack, then the junkies start knocking
Used to robbing n*ggas, what's in your pocket?
AllState, n*gga, what's in your wallet?
I'm tryna make it, I don't do this for fun
You wouldn't juug me if I gave you a gun
Ten band juug at Capital One
All black with my hood like a nun, yeah

We got wockeisha, we sipping on drip-drop
Two-door coupe got pumps like a pit stop
Real street n*gga, we just don't do hip-hop
Break down the P, take it out of the Ziploc
We want your work, lil n*gga, then give it up
Call up Lowe, he got zips in the pick-up truck
Walk inside the lil n*gga house like he rent from us
Send me the addy, we ain't rapping on the Twitter stuff
Say he a plug, G-Shock (yeah)
Sipping on green, Green Goblin (yeah)
Get a Benadryl, re-rock it
We don't backdoor, we knocking
Call good man, he gon' break down the RP
Got a stick on me, three sticks like RG
Fifty round drum make him sing like Jacquees (yeah)
That lil n*gga capped, he ain't robbing me
7.62's go through arteries
Got QP's in a pack and some collard greens
Real street n*gga, ain't taking no break
Creep on an opp, I see you and your safe
Trapping hard, I made more than your father made
Dog on me make your man do the Harlem Shake
All of these n*ggas, they acting like Marlon Wayans
Scope on a chop, I see my target range
I throw the work to my man like a paper plane
I ain't Quavo, you ain't 'bout to take my chain

[Hook]
Ran it up, got a lil n*gga plotting
Get the pack, then the junkies start knocking
Used to robbing n*ggas, what's in your pocket?
AllState, n*gga, what's in your wallet?
I'm tryna make it, I don't do this for fun
You wouldn't juug me if I gave you a gun
Ten band juug at Capital One
All black with my hood like a nun

[Outro: DJ UncleLieekLieek]
Alright bruh, look this how it's gon' go bruh
All we need is your card and your PIN number, bruh
We got you, we gon' get ten bands and shave you two off the top
Tell him Xan, we got you!

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