Hey Now by Xanman Lyrics
[Hook]
Hey now, don't reach for that stick
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the shit
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?
[Verse]
If it ain't you and me then it's my .223
Got an Off White belt with a stick in my jeans
I bet I seen a dog that you never seen
Bad bitch, hell yeah she mean
I-I slide on an opp and I score
Bad bitch, looking like Regina George
I'm moving weight like I'm working on my core
I feel like O-Dog when he walked in that store
I got a chopper, let it sing like a chorus
I'm the trapper of the year, I might go to Morgan
Where you at, Goon? Pass me the .40
I was backdooring cuz I was down poorly
I had to trap to buy my first pair of Jordans
Ooh, it's raining, it's pouring
I..I learn the recipe, you don't know my source
Get a bop up, might hit if you torch
95, my grandfather in Lorton
Forgive me for my sins, I pray to the Lord
You a capping nigga, you ain't hop out the porch
Real trap nigga, put a hole in a fool seal
Spin a bin in U-Haul, I could probably put a horse in it
Might slide in a coupe, beep the horn, put your daughter in
In a real trap house, upstairs, no floor in it, yeah
[Hook]
Hey now, don't reach for that stick
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the shit
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?
Hey now, don't reach for that stick
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the shit
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?
[Verse]
If it ain't you and me then it's my .223
Got an Off White belt with a stick in my jeans
I bet I seen a dog that you never seen
Bad bitch, hell yeah she mean
I-I slide on an opp and I score
Bad bitch, looking like Regina George
I'm moving weight like I'm working on my core
I feel like O-Dog when he walked in that store
I got a chopper, let it sing like a chorus
I'm the trapper of the year, I might go to Morgan
Where you at, Goon? Pass me the .40
I was backdooring cuz I was down poorly
I had to trap to buy my first pair of Jordans
Ooh, it's raining, it's pouring
I..I learn the recipe, you don't know my source
Get a bop up, might hit if you torch
95, my grandfather in Lorton
Forgive me for my sins, I pray to the Lord
You a capping nigga, you ain't hop out the porch
Real trap nigga, put a hole in a fool seal
Spin a bin in U-Haul, I could probably put a horse in it
Might slide in a coupe, beep the horn, put your daughter in
In a real trap house, upstairs, no floor in it, yeah
[Hook]
Hey now, don't reach for that stick
Cheecho on the beat, I feel like the shit
White plug keep calling me "Prick"
Spin a bin, an Apple Watch on my fit
BMW, riding round with a stick
We know he don't trap, yeah, he finally admits
I call up Kaydoo, we gon' slime for his brick
Like, why you rapping in your lines that you spit?