Get Use 2 the Taste

Xans ain't hard to get used to baby

Just gotta get used to the taste

He smoke out a gram, that's poo-poo

That lil' nigga can't even get an eighth

Lil' nigga, who you?

I gotta do you if you not comin' around with the gang

I think it's voodoo when she be all on my noodle

She say she don't wanna lose me

Her new nigga say he cool, but I'm cooler

Mike Amiri, but I mix it with Gucci

Bloodshed gang

They be comin', lookin' for chains to take from you

Better duck your brain, ain't safe for you

Look at the AMG 'cedes on me, baby

Go top speed, baby, uh

That's high speed, baby

One of them high

Take 12 on a high speed

I'ma just call it a ride, huh

Baby, trust me it's alright

I keep a glock on my side

She wanna fuck all night

Baby, that's alright

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Fuck all that other shit, let's go up to Malibu

Tryna break all the weed down, it's not malleable

I could put all of you niggas together

You lil' niggas still ain't valuable

I'm finna' go for a coupe

I might go for a porsche if I wanna go radical

Big bank take lil' bank, I ain't battling you

50 on glocky, I'm clapping at you

Fuck that shit, let's go big

I heard it's money on my head

I'm finna boot up off a xan

A 100k that's on my head

I guess that's the plan

She wanna give me head

I guess that's the plan

I'm tryna get him dead

I guess that's the plan

I guess that's the plan

I guess that's the plan