B.o.B – Xantastic (feat. Young Thug)


Keepin’ this passion (weave)
All designer fashion (we)
Cloud 9, ninth round, yeah
I shoot a wink and take a drink, yo, yo, yeah
Repeat my sound, yeah
It don’t really get on
I can spark a world war, bring me back your kiddy
Snortin’ cocaine while you’re yawning
Cocaine like a mob boss, taller than my ceiling
We ain’t never had shit (weave)
See out the bullet in Charlotte
Girl, next to me nasty
They showin’ ass and titties
Do everythin’ under the sun (doin’ everything)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I honestly can’t feel my face, no
Like a phone, if you not rock star, you boring (ring)
They say we too flashy (weave)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In case you was askin’ (we)
I reckon she the baddest (bad)
That’s why we gotta put on (we)
Feelin’ xantastic
Fine as all get out
Shootin’ dice until the morning
Like all of this don’t exist?
[Chorus: B.o.B & (Young Thug)]
I’m walkin’ sleep but still awake

I’m flyin’ to the clouds, yeah
Diamonds on me spazzin’ (we)
Feelin’ xantastic
We ain’t never had shit (we)
On they wish list, and they riches, really, really
You want me stuck in apartment?
Ain’t that a bitch?
[Chorus: B.o.B & (Young Thug)]
We ain’t never had shit (we)
Repeat my sound, yeah
Family feud with Steve Harvey
Get down for the get down
What, you gon’ want me to molly?
Keep sayin’ I’ma quit
Girl, next to me nasty
In case you was askin’ (weave)
That’s why we gotta put on (we)
Might pull out the Aston (Aston)
She be too attached to me (attached)
Diamonds on me spazzin’ (we)
Diamonds on me spazzin’ (weave)
Might pull out the Aston (Aston)
They say we too flashy (we)
Keepin’ this passion (we)
Make ’em all sit up (weave)
[Chorus: B.o.B & (Young Thug)]
And no I ain’t comin’ down, yeah
All designer fashion (we)
Girl, next to me nasty
All designer fashion (weave)
That’s why we gotta put on (weave)
It don’t really get on
I can be your ring tone
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
All of this cannabis
Make ’em all sit up (we)
But every day I contradict
I keep sayin’ I’ma quit
Feelin’ xantastic
Keepin’ this passion (we)
Weavin’ through traffic (we)
I reckon she the baddest (bad)
Piccadilly, wrists spilled me, Richard Mille
In case you was askin’ (we)
Might pull out the Aston (Aston)
She be too attached to me (attached)

Weavin’ through traffic (weave)
Weavin’ through traffic (we)
She askin’ me am I okay
Make ’em all sit up (we)
I reckon she the baddest (bad)
Fine as all get out

All of these Xans, they hit
They say we too flashy (we)
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
My mama moved my round, yeah

Fine as all get out
What you want me to pretend
She be too attached to me (attached)

Twist every chance I get
What, you don’t want me to party? (What don’t you want?)