Xantaker by Bris Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, Aye, Aye
Never thought I was coming home
Now we got it going on
I’m back now
Bitch i’m back nigga
[Chorus]
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
Jump out yo’ bushes early morning while 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
[Verse 1]
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 Insee 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
[Chorus]
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
Jump out yo’ bushes early morning while 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
Jump out yo’ bushes early morning while 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
Aye, Aye, Aye
Never thought I was coming home
Now we got it going on
I’m back now
Bitch i’m back nigga
[Chorus]
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
Jump out yo’ bushes early morning while 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
[Verse 1]
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 Insee 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
[Chorus]
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
Jump out yo’ bushes early morning while 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
Jump out yo’ bushes early morning while 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