[Intro:]
Turn me up, [?]
[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Ayy, step on shit until my feet hurt
They dissin' on Z5, we come through, wet a nigga t-shirt
Back from Hell, bitch, they done woke the demon up like I got rebirthed
And we spin it once, ain't hit his ass, spin again like we gon' rehearse, nigga
On P
I put my smacker on, gave him 20 racks, told him, "Bring back niggas tops"
Been breakin' niggas jaws since sixth grade, eighth grade, snatchin' niggas Glocks
Ayy ho, you cute and all, but I came over here just to get off all these rocks
I can't name a time they spoke on gang and come through trippin' wit' that mop
Thеse shots firin', nigga
And they hit yo' man on top and he got droppеd, why you ain't slide, nigga?
Ayy, I come through wit' that (frraow), knock his shit off 'bout they ride, nigga
You ain't dissin' on my gang, like smokin' cigarettes make you die quicker
He got hit wit' tracer bullets, they different colors, lookin' like Pride hit him
[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Brrt, yeah, let's ride, nigga
Told this bitch, "Watch how you talk to me, I ain't yo' side nigga"
I shoot everybody in this bitch, I feel like Brian Nichols
Pussy never, ever popped a lock, came out wit' nine pistols
I'm on two Percs, I'll get yo' bitch and make her squirt, huh
You out here hurtin'? Then lil' fuck nigga, go to work, bruh
I treat my choppa like a ass, ooh, I'ma twerk sumn'
I'm only nineteen wit' bright dreams, but I'm twenty-one
Huh, who done became a hypebeast, nigga suck like I won't step on sumn'
My momma' know what the fuck she raised, since thirteen, slangin' guns
You want yo' hair done and yo' nails done? Babe, I'm havin' fun
Told momma', "Don't worry 'bout what I spend, yo' lil' boy havin' fun"
I'm steady bangin' shit for Bobby
That nigga died, you ain't heal about it?
She like, "You sure you gon' come tonight"
I text a bitch and I said, "Probably"
I'm wavin' up and down wit' this pipe, I swear this blick, it got hydraulics
Tell that bitch to move around, that pussy smell just like Hot Pockets
What the fuck is a damn bird? Bitch, I'm a vulture in these streets
All I gotta' say is a word to make a call and that boy sleep
Every time a nigga get to droppin' shots, they put police on me
That boy's a rat, he gon' tell everything, call that boy lil' Chuck E. Cheese
She said, "Anti, I want Juicy Crab," bought her Mickey D's
She said, "Anti, I want my back stabbed," bitch, get on yo' knees
Blow yo' ass down like some wind, nigga, you gon' always feel the breeze
We come through that bitch wit' ten choppas, we gon' always make sumn' bleed
Turn me up, [?]
[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
Ayy, step on shit until my feet hurt
They dissin' on Z5, we come through, wet a nigga t-shirt
Back from Hell, bitch, they done woke the demon up like I got rebirthed
And we spin it once, ain't hit his ass, spin again like we gon' rehearse, nigga
On P
I put my smacker on, gave him 20 racks, told him, "Bring back niggas tops"
Been breakin' niggas jaws since sixth grade, eighth grade, snatchin' niggas Glocks
Ayy ho, you cute and all, but I came over here just to get off all these rocks
I can't name a time they spoke on gang and come through trippin' wit' that mop
Thеse shots firin', nigga
And they hit yo' man on top and he got droppеd, why you ain't slide, nigga?
Ayy, I come through wit' that (frraow), knock his shit off 'bout they ride, nigga
You ain't dissin' on my gang, like smokin' cigarettes make you die quicker
He got hit wit' tracer bullets, they different colors, lookin' like Pride hit him
[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Brrt, yeah, let's ride, nigga
Told this bitch, "Watch how you talk to me, I ain't yo' side nigga"
I shoot everybody in this bitch, I feel like Brian Nichols
Pussy never, ever popped a lock, came out wit' nine pistols
I'm on two Percs, I'll get yo' bitch and make her squirt, huh
You out here hurtin'? Then lil' fuck nigga, go to work, bruh
I treat my choppa like a ass, ooh, I'ma twerk sumn'
I'm only nineteen wit' bright dreams, but I'm twenty-one
Huh, who done became a hypebeast, nigga suck like I won't step on sumn'
My momma' know what the fuck she raised, since thirteen, slangin' guns
You want yo' hair done and yo' nails done? Babe, I'm havin' fun
Told momma', "Don't worry 'bout what I spend, yo' lil' boy havin' fun"
I'm steady bangin' shit for Bobby
That nigga died, you ain't heal about it?
She like, "You sure you gon' come tonight"
I text a bitch and I said, "Probably"
I'm wavin' up and down wit' this pipe, I swear this blick, it got hydraulics
Tell that bitch to move around, that pussy smell just like Hot Pockets
What the fuck is a damn bird? Bitch, I'm a vulture in these streets
All I gotta' say is a word to make a call and that boy sleep
Every time a nigga get to droppin' shots, they put police on me
That boy's a rat, he gon' tell everything, call that boy lil' Chuck E. Cheese
She said, "Anti, I want Juicy Crab," bought her Mickey D's
She said, "Anti, I want my back stabbed," bitch, get on yo' knees
Blow yo' ass down like some wind, nigga, you gon' always feel the breeze
We come through that bitch wit' ten choppas, we gon' always make sumn' bleed
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