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 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