Anti Freestyle (feat. SOB X RBE)

Child of the trenches, I’m a gang member

VVS, frostbites on the chain, ****

Walk up on him, introduce the K ****

Like a blood where I'm from, what he say, ****?

I sold onions at the market with my Tre ****

And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with em

You know the usalama on 'em, gotta stay with him

Knock ya stupid ass down, try to play with him

My **** in the streets, really out the trenches

We up and poppin' ****, fuck the opposition

We up and poppin' ****, fuck the opposition

Leave your facials half full, very optimistic

I'm not listening, hey single rock glisten

Ask yo bitch about the Mozzy, we them top ****

We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop ****

I don't adopt, ****, you are not squad, ****

And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch

Work two jobs and get taxes

Bought a new Glock, hold 30, like a plasma

All she want is two things, back shots and a back rub

And oh I, oh I

I'm that **** that'll do that

And oh I can't lie, love the way that you move that

You know I, know I

Get that check and right through that

Got one clip, two clips, **** know I can shoot that stick

MCM backpack, lil **** back back

Fuck where they're last at, bitch, where that cash at?

Ride when we smoking, lil dope, we don't mash that

Any sucker **** slide through, I'm gonna clap that

House lick, we running through that bitch like in fast track

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 Glock with them chops out like it's Baghdad

Shooter like Mad Max, leave a **** stretched out

All headshots dumb ****, put that vest down

Beat the pussy up like a young **** fresh out

Thugging with them TEC's out, I'll bring them jets out

**** up on the kid, I'll bust a **** head

Seven point six twos knockin' off a ****'s 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 **** sick with it like 40

350 Yeezy Boosts, **** 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 of that 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

Bitch I'm from the Crest where shit gets funky, ****

And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch

Work two jobs and get taxes

Bought a new Glock, hold 30, like a plasma

All she want is two things, back shots and a back rub

And oh I, oh I

I'm that **** 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 right through that

Got one clip, two clips, **** know I keep two straps

And that's why, I'm so anti, anti

Can't trust these bitches, no cannot, cannot, 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 it

A band and ten cents for these shoes if you taxing

You ain't fuckin' with a boss ****

Don't touch, don't ask how much these cost ****

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 cannot, cannot, oh

And I, and I

Always keep some shooters on standby, standby