Anti Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mozzy] Child of the trenches, I'm a gang member VVS, frostbites on the chain, nigga Walk up on him, introduce the K, nigga Like where blood and 'em from? What he say, nigga? I sold onions at the market with my Tre niggas And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with 'em You know the usalama on him, gotta stay with him Knock your stupid ass down, try to play with him My niggas in the streets, really out the trenches We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition Leave your facials half full, very optimistic I'm not listening, every single rock glisten Ask your bitch about the Mozzy, we them top niggas We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop niggas I don't adopt niggas, you are not squad, nigga [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet Bad bitch, work two jobs and get taxes Bought a new GLOCK, hold thirty like a plasma All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub And oh, I, oh, I, I'm that nigga that'll do that And oh, I can't lie, love the way that you move that You know, know I get that check and run through that Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I keep two straps [Verse 2: Slimmy B] MCM backpack, lil nigga, back, back Fuck where that ass at, bitch, where that cash at? Loud when we smoking, lil dope, we don't mash that Any sucker nigga sliding through getting clapped out House lick, we running through that bitch like it's FasTrak Remember all them days I was broke, but I'm past that Get the job done when I'm busting, I don't backtrack Hit his block with them chops out like it's Baghdad Shooter like Mad Max, leave a nigga stretched out All headshots, dumb nigga, put that vest down Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out Thugging with them TEC's out, I'll bring the jets out Niggas ups on the kid, I'll bust a nigga head These .762s knockin' off a nigga dreads Money on my mind, all I think about is bread And tell your bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head A bunch of young niggas sick with it like 40 350 Yeezy Boost, nigga, these ain't Roshes On my bag flow, I'm tryna bust down a Rollie My son mom everything, I treat her like a trophy Pour two fours in that yellow, no Kobe Got OG's that'll still shoot like Ginobili A band for my coat like I live where the snow be And, bitch, I'm from the Crest where shit get funky, nigga [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet Bad bitch, work two jobs and get taxes Bought a new GLOCK, hold thirty like a plasma All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub And oh, I, oh, I, I'm that nigga that'll do that And oh, I can't lie, love the way that you move that You know, know I get that check and run through that Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I keep two straps [Verse 3: Yhung T.O.] And that's why I'm so anti, anti Can't trust these bitches, no can I, can I, oh And I, and I Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no You fuckin' with a savage Still remember days I ain't have shit Everything designer, I don't match shit A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it You ain't fuckin' with a boss nigga Don't touch, don't ask how much these cost, nigga Just know I, know I Got tints so dark can't see no eyes, both eyes And that's why, I'm so anti, anti Can't trust these bitches, no can I, can I, oh And I, and I Always keep some shooters on standby, standby