Point by Xanman Lyrics
[Intro]
You ain't do it by your lonely (Whoo, ooh)
Yeah
He ain’t gon' stay down, man, he folded
I really thought that nigga was my homie
You ain't do it by your lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Grroom, grroom, grroom, yeah)
[Chorus]
Two-tone Glock and it’s customized
Baby chopper on me, came from the Russian guys
Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside (Woo)
Standard on me, they like, "Who brought the gun inside?" (Woo)
Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes
Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime
Mini Uzi gon' blow like a dandelion (Woo, ooh)
I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again (Yeah, yeah)
I'm feeling like 50, I’m rolling with many men (Yeah, yeah)
Kaydoo gon’ hop out that minivan (Yeah, yeah)
And spin on his block, I ain't talkin’ no ceiling fans
Me and Lil Dre backdoored that crib again (Yeah, yeah)
Big drums, we ain't playin' with instruments
Here they come, got 12 tryna blitz again (Woo, ooh)
[Verse]
Ruger or Glock, which one should I pick again?
These niggas not trappin', they just trying to fit in
Catchin’ plays like I play for the Redskins
Mask down, send a shot at your headband
Now that lil' nigga a dead man
Pick up a pack in the trap like the mailman
Scoob hit a jugg for ten bands (Who?)
This trappin' ain't (You)
I slide in a (Coupe)
I'm off a bar, on the (Moon)
These niggas never gon' (Shoot)
I heard she is loving the (Crew)
And you still loving her (Ooh)
These niggas not real, thought you knew, knew, knew (I thought you knew, I thought you knew, grroom, grroom, grroom, I thought you knew)
[Chorus]
Two-tone Glock and it's customized
Baby chopper on me, came from the Russian guys
Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside
Standard on me, they like, "Who brought the gun inside?"
Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes
Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime
Mini Uzi gon' blow like a dandelion (Woo, ooh)
I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again (Yeah, yeah)
I'm feeling like 50, I'm rolling with many men (Yeah, yeah)
Kaydoo gon' hop out that minivan (Yeah, yeah)
And spin on his block, I ain't talkin' no ceiling fans
Me and Lil Dre backdoored that crib again (Yeah, yeah)
Big drums, we ain't playin' with instruments
Here they come, got 12 tryna blitz again (Woo, ooh)
[Outro]
I hope these drugs will never end (I hope these drugs will never end)
I got your bitch, we best of friends (I got your bitch, we best of friends)
I said, "Oh no," in that jam (I said, "Oh no," in that jam)
I was sure that they'd shoot me dead (I was sure that they'd shoot me dead)
Woo, ooh
You ain't do it by your lonely (Whoo, ooh)
Yeah
He ain’t gon' stay down, man, he folded
I really thought that nigga was my homie
You ain't do it by your lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Grroom, grroom, grroom, yeah)
[Chorus]
Two-tone Glock and it’s customized
Baby chopper on me, came from the Russian guys
Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside (Woo)
Standard on me, they like, "Who brought the gun inside?" (Woo)
Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes
Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime
Mini Uzi gon' blow like a dandelion (Woo, ooh)
I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again (Yeah, yeah)
I'm feeling like 50, I’m rolling with many men (Yeah, yeah)
Kaydoo gon’ hop out that minivan (Yeah, yeah)
And spin on his block, I ain't talkin’ no ceiling fans
Me and Lil Dre backdoored that crib again (Yeah, yeah)
Big drums, we ain't playin' with instruments
Here they come, got 12 tryna blitz again (Woo, ooh)
[Verse]
Ruger or Glock, which one should I pick again?
These niggas not trappin', they just trying to fit in
Catchin’ plays like I play for the Redskins
Mask down, send a shot at your headband
Now that lil' nigga a dead man
Pick up a pack in the trap like the mailman
Scoob hit a jugg for ten bands (Who?)
This trappin' ain't (You)
I slide in a (Coupe)
I'm off a bar, on the (Moon)
These niggas never gon' (Shoot)
I heard she is loving the (Crew)
And you still loving her (Ooh)
These niggas not real, thought you knew, knew, knew (I thought you knew, I thought you knew, grroom, grroom, grroom, I thought you knew)
[Chorus]
Two-tone Glock and it's customized
Baby chopper on me, came from the Russian guys
Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside
Standard on me, they like, "Who brought the gun inside?"
Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes
Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime
Mini Uzi gon' blow like a dandelion (Woo, ooh)
I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again (Yeah, yeah)
I'm feeling like 50, I'm rolling with many men (Yeah, yeah)
Kaydoo gon' hop out that minivan (Yeah, yeah)
And spin on his block, I ain't talkin' no ceiling fans
Me and Lil Dre backdoored that crib again (Yeah, yeah)
Big drums, we ain't playin' with instruments
Here they come, got 12 tryna blitz again (Woo, ooh)
[Outro]
I hope these drugs will never end (I hope these drugs will never end)
I got your bitch, we best of friends (I got your bitch, we best of friends)
I said, "Oh no," in that jam (I said, "Oh no," in that jam)
I was sure that they'd shoot me dead (I was sure that they'd shoot me dead)
Woo, ooh