Yung Trae - Xan By The Pound lyrics

[Intro] n***a you ever notice how like a local rapper'll get on a song and be like: "n***a, you know who the f** it is." And I just be like: "Nah n***a, we don't." f** it [Hook] Might have bad b**h 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***as move xan by the pound They might merk a n***a 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**h 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**hes 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**h don't got no cut cards, my big homies is cut throat They say: "Yung Trae, you nailed it!", but y'all other n***as just a clear coat No cuticles, I give they a** the business like cubicles I got twin sis she's beautiful; f** wit' her wrong she go Patrick Ewing Boston Hockey; sh** is brewing, in my head She in my bed, needle dick; and she thread Daffy sh**, 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***a I'mma solider, I be on my Major Payne n***a you a mark, you a major a** lame I'mma tell my camp start f**in 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***a at the top I just found myself, I might k** the game til ain't no one left [Hook] [Verse 2: Cartier] Never gave a f** about a op, and n***a that's some real sh** You could add the T, that's some trill sh** You a clumsy a** b**h you spill sh**, I k** sh**, on some Bill sh** I am not the motherf**er to deal wit', like a ziplock bag I seal sh** Go 0 to 100 n***a real quick, shout out to Drake, O.V.O., Degra**i in my blunt I f**ed your main b**h and your side b**h, 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** give me the neck, then you could cut that check." Cause b**h I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, try to come crawling back I'mma send your a** home Ho I'm a King, this my motherf**in' throne, just turned 18 but a n***a been grown b**h I'm so gone, my n***as keep them xans by the pound so you know a n***a way too on Fat .30 dick wit a full hundred round, just in case we gotta knock a hate'in a** n***a down Trae X.O. that's my motherf**in' 'round, b**h stay tuned we the talk of the town n***a we eatin', eatin', eatin', comein' for any n***a that's speakin' Party every weekend, bad b**h I'm seekin' Like a s** tape, leave a b**h n***a leakin' Your b**h goin skits over me, she tweakin' Seen me in person, she think she dreamin' b**h I'm on [Hook]