Xan Baby - hermès Lyrics

We did it again
Did it again
I don't call em' opps' I call em' fans
That's the reason why they count your racks and watch yo' bands
He swear that he get money, but we know it's just pretend
He swear that's his bitch, but why she playin' wit my mans
Why you keep on watchin'
Why you worried what I'm makin'
FN get to jerkin'
You might think it was Jamaican
The xan' got me nervous
Can't remember what I'm sayin'
And that molly give me courage
I be thinkin' that I'm famous
This hoe look so innocent
I promise you she evil
Once I got some money bro
I gave it to my people
This P80 ain't registered
I tote it like it's legal
I'm so fucking high
I mixed aux' wit' the diesel
I'm sippin' on aux' I can't even speak proper
I might lie to her, and tell her that I want her
Than I'll use her SSN than I drop her
Got that cutta' on my lap like a monster
I rock the Acne wit the seppe'
Sippin' codeine wit' my bestie
40 pointers on the bezi'
I had to burn a couple bridges
She gon' love you when you winnin'
Codeine put me in my feelings
I don't call em' opps' I call em' fans
That's the reason why they count your racks and watch yo' bands
He said he get money, but we know it's just pretend
He said that's yo bitch, but she keep playin' wit my mans
I just hopped out that passenger
I'm dripped out in Hermès
My bitch she get money too
Got 10 racks in her bag
Thinkin' bout your future
But my twin put you in the past
I just flexed on em'
He so mad
He so mad, yeah

We did it again
Did it again
I don't call em' opps' I call em' fans
That's the reason why they count your racks and watch yo' bands
He swear that he get money, but we know it's just pretend
He swear that's his bitch, but why she playin' wit my mans
Why you keep on watchin'
Why you worried what I'm makin'
FN get to jerkin'
You might think it was Jamaican
The xan' got me nervous
Can't remember what I'm sayin'
And that molly give me courage
I be thinkin' that I'm famous
This hoe look so innocent
I promise you she evil
Once I got some money bro
I gave it to my people
This P80 ain't registered
I tote it like it's legal
I'm so fucking high
I mixed aux' wit' the diesel
I'm sippin' on aux' I can't even speak proper
I might lie to her, and tell her that I want her
Than I'll use her SSN than I drop her
Got that cutta' on my lap like a monster
I rock the Acne wit the seppe'
Sippin' codeine wit' my bestie
40 pointers on the bezi'
I had to burn a couple bridges
She gon' love you when you winnin'
Codeine put me in my feelings
I don't call em' opps' I call em' fans
That's the reason why they count your racks and watch yo' bands
He said he get money, but we know it's just pretend
He said that's yo bitch, but she keep playin' wit my mans
I just hopped out that passenger
I'm dripped out in Hermès
My bitch she get money too
Got 10 racks in her bag
Thinkin' bout your future
But my twin put you in the past
I just flexed on em'
He so mad
He so mad, yeah