Anti Freestyle

[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 a blood where I'm 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 him You know the usalama on 'em, gotta stay with him Knock ya 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, rock glistening Ask yo bitch about the Mozzy, we the 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 30, like a plasma All she want is two things, back shots and back rubs 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 move through that Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I can shoot that stick [Verse 2: Slimmy B] MCM backpack, lil nigga back back Fuck where there ass at, bitch, where that cash at? Ride 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 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 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 them jets out Niggas up on the kid, I'll bust a nigga head Seven point six twos knockin' off a nigga's dreads Money on my mind, all I think about 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 Boosts, nigga these ain't Roshes On my bag flow, I'm tryna bust down a Rollie My son, mom everything, I treat 'em 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, 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 30, like a plasma All she want is two things, back shots and back rubs 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 move 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 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 nigga Don't touch, don't ask how much this 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 cannot, cannot, oh And I, and I Always keep some shooters on standby, standby