Lyrics
I know why this bitch mad
Fucked her, ain't even text back
Try my gang, we blatt, blatt (Blatt)
Leave 'em in a trash bag (Bag)
Heard you going out sad
Bitch, you broke and down bad (Bad)
I just fucked her best friend, she treat me like the bad man (Uh, ew)
****, I'm the hitman, but just call me the Xan'-man (Yeah)
Havin' Molly Santan', I sell it to my white friend (Yeah, what?)
Type to slime my best friend, I draw down for them benefits (Slime, slime)
Diss me in that song, but now he on that brother, brother shit (Grr)
**** try young Prada, leave you slumped up in that trash bag (Slumped up in that trash bag)
I feel just like Santa when I wrap it in a Glad bag (Yeah)
Came 'round my way actin' like you hard, now he's a hashtag (Grr)
**** askin' questions like that shit gon' bring his brother back (Back)
I be where them Bloods at (Bloods at), glizzy on me, blatt, blatt (Blatt, blatt)
Snatch off in a Scat Pack, he can't get his bitch back (No)
IG model, fuck exotic bitch, she havin' face tats (No)
She just hit my phone with booty pics, I ain't even ask for that
I'm like, "What's up, Gway? (Yo) Oh, you got that fat-fat?" (Grr)
Bankroll bussin', big racks (Racks), text yo' ho on Snapchat (No cap)
I take off on 12, yeah, supercharged, that Hellcat
Backwood blowin', exotic bag, Runtz, I can't even smoke that (Smoke)
****, where yo' ho at? (Woah), text her, "What's up, big head?" (Yeah)
****, where my pole at? (Brr), stick on me like old head
I'm with lil' Q, 5 and them, I be with lil' Mar, and them
TP, that's my patnadem', Blackcard, that's my patnadem'
G-lock pokin', 30 rounds, try my gang, we gun ya down (Brrt, brrt)
All these hoes get passed around, sell her dreams, then let her down (Down)
I was lost, I'm still ain't found, holdin' nuts when I was down
Bankroll bussin', large amount, ****, what you talkin' 'bout? (What you talkin' 'bout?)
I know why this bitch mad
Fucked her, ain't even text back
Try my gang, we blatt, blatt
Leave 'em in a trash bag
Heard you going out sad
Bitch, you broke and down bad
I just fucked her best friend, she treat me like the bad man
****, I'm the hitman, but just call me the Xan'-man (Xan')
Havin' Molly Santan' ('Tan'), I sell it to my white friend (Friend)
Type to slime my best friend (Friend), I draw down for them benefits (Yeah)
Diss me in that song, but now he on that brother, brother shit
Written by: london g woods
