Lyrics

[Verse 1]
MCM backpack
Lil' **** back, back (Back)
Fuck, where that ass at
Bitch, where that cash at? (Cash at)
Loud when we smokin', lil' dope
We don't match that (Never)
Any sucka **** slide through
Gettin' clapped at
(Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
[Verse 2]
House lick, we runnin' through that bitch
Like it's a FasTrak
Remember all them days I was broke
But I'm past that
Get the job done when I'm bustin'
I don't backtrack (Nope)
[Verse 3]
Hit his block with them chops out
Like it's Baghdad (Brrt, brrt)
Shooter like Mad Max
Leave a **** stretched out
All headshots, dumb ****
Put that vest down (Put that vest down)
Beat the pussy up
Like a young **** fresh out
Thuggin' with them techs out
I'll bring the jets out
[Verse 4]
If it's ups on the kid
I'll bust a **** head
These 7.62s, knockin' off a **** dreads
Money on my mind
All I think about is bread
And tell yo bitch get off my dick
She keep tryna give me head
[Verse 5]
A bunch young ****
Sick with it like 40
350 Yeezy boots
****, these ain't Roches
[Verse 6]
On my bag flow, I'm tryna bust down a Rollie
My son, Mom, everything
I treat her like a trophy (I swear to God)
Pour two fours of that yellow, no Kobe
Got OGs that'll still shoot like Ginobili (Brrt, brrt)
A band for my coat like I live where the snow be
And bitch I'm from the Crest, where shit get funky, ****
[Verse 7]
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 backrub
And oh I, oh I
I'm that **** that'll do that
And no, I can't lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I
Get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
**** know I keep two straps
[Chorus]
And that's why (That's why)
I'm so anti, anti (Anti)
Can't trust these bitches
No, cannot, cannot, oh (Oh)
And I, and I (And I)
Always keep some shooters
On stand by, standby, no (No)
[Verse 8]
You fuckin' with a savage (Savage)
Still remember days I ain't have shit (I ain't have shit)
Everything designer, I don't match it
A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it (Tax it)
You ain't fuckin' with a boss **** (Boss ****)
Don't touch, don't ask how much these cost, **** (Cost ****)
[Verse 9]
Just know I, know I
Got tint so dark, can't see no eyes, both eyes (Both eyes)
[Chorus]
And that's why (That's why)
I'm so anti, anti (Anti)
Can't trust these bitches
No, cannot, cannot, oh (Oh)
And I, and I (And I)
Always keep some shooters
On stand by, standby (Standby)
Written by: Jabbar Armon Brown, Juwon Lee
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