XanTaker - Bris

Aye, Aye, Aye

Never thought I was coming home

Now we got it going on

I’m back now

Bitch i’m back nigga

If i ain’t fuckin off a perc, then i’m bussin fast

I’m the type to make yo baby momma pump the gas

They in the bushes early morning, when you dump the trash

In yo yard with leaf blower like i’m cutting grass

It’s grove season i’m cutting weed like a landscaper

A band-chaser, keep a pole to make my plans safer

40 jumping off my palm, it’s a hand-shaker

That bitch forgot abt lil bris cuz she a xantaker

That bitch forgot abt lil bris cuz she be doing drugs

I caught this 40 cal snail the shells shoot em slugs

Yeah too many from the fruits cuz we recruitin thugs

Don’t bring that nigga to the hood we ain’t through with blood

Cuz markish niggas do the job from the inside

Scoop potato on the barrel it make french fries

Knock a ho when i see one i got pimp eyes

You can ride the wave brodie just don’t dick ride

If i ain’t off a perc i prolly bust in 40 seconds

Oh you ain’t know it’s ridge the gang, i’m from 42nd

Front lying like all the time, wit no homies steppin

Outside wit hi point if that’s the only weapon

When i’m thuggin wit my woosters i be chasin chicken

She know i’m different when she suck me she can taste the difference

50 round andre drum, and you gon play the pistons

I ain’t pimping, but this game i’m spittin make em listen

If i ain’t fuckin off a perc, then i’m bussin fast

I’m the type to make yo baby momma pump the gas

They in the bushes early morning, when you dump the trash

In yo yard with leaf blower like i’m cutting grass

It’s grove season i’m cutting weed like a landscaper

A band-chaser, keep a pole to make my plans safer

40 jumping off my palm, it’s a hand-shaker

That bitch forgot abt lil bris cuz she a xantaker

He put my name in his song, and got his clout stole

In iraq, you need a stick, this the south pole

Including politickin fishin through the mouse hole

It get cold when cell livin be on household

At any minute it can go up in the chow hall

I took a strike that i ain’t want, like a foul ball

Not a pimp, but got a bitch that’s on the outcall

Fuckin wit these snake niggas be my downfall

Runnin fades in the bounty like who next in line

Spittin back this petty shit ah' get you extra time

You better hope you fuck the bitch if you message mine

Cuz i’m the type to fuck a wife that had a desperate mind

Baby booty juicy so i call her bootylicious

Seem weird, but even wetter then when she do the dishes

I be swimming in her river like a pool of fishes

Playin tug of war wit these hoes, i be pullin bitches

If i ain’t fuckin off a perc, then i’m bussin fast

I’m the type to make yo baby momma pump the gas

They in the bushes early morning, when you dump the trash

In yo yard with leaf blower like i’m cutting grass

It’s grove season i’m cutting weed like a landscaper

A band-chaser, keep a pole to make my plans safer

40 jumping off my palm, it’s a hand-shaker

That bitch forgot abt lil bris cuz she a xantaker