The Anthem (feat. Frank N Dank)

Who is it?

McNasty and **** from the block to the bar

For the Rimmy on the rocks

D, I be VIP straight to the back

B-I-T-C-I-G

Shake for the stacks

I place with the cake with the case of the black

One straight to the face with an ace to the jack

Let's pass that around to my mansion

And we drink up

Chinked up off on cans and Remy

Get the Hen, get the gin, get the crip serve

Get the pen, get the yens, get the picture

One to the two

Gun to the shoot

Cake boys in the club with funds through the roof

We got chips and clips with the grips

Sick with the whips with the flip with the fifth

What the tip say, se-boops, se-boops

Alright, alright, gimmie the hook, the hook

Party people

To all my Detroit players say

We F'd up

To all my women in the club say

We F'd up

And if you're sippin' on some say

We F'd up

They didn't glow to the club, say

We F'd up

All my live ****, hit up your door, let's go

Front to the back

Go say

We F'd up

Chicago, Philly, San Diego

We F'd up

Brooklyn, Saint Louis, ATL go

We F'd up

It's goin' down in here, my ****, pass the liquor

We get F'd up

We get asses quicker

'Cause it's D hard, macking girls regardless

It's get 'em all F'd up and soon shakes the hardest

McNasty, wave, baby, that's what's up

And I'm look away thanks to my plastic cup

With the Remy in the left hand

Bottles, we got plenty

Fat booty, F'd up chicks, we got many

Frank Dank and Dilla, ****, that's what's up

We get live in the club when you all know

We F'd up

F'd up beyond all recognition

Tryna get this light skinned thing in position

And I'ma keep it gangster like a Tony Soprano

I'ma hit that thing gangsta

Have her singin' Soprano

You can call me busta-bus as I

Pass the Courvoisier

And now with some mustard I

Loosen up bustier

You know Frank Mita said take them clothes off

Mo' by the case, no white or wet dog

And who got a light, it's time to spark

Smoke a doobie with a cutie

Grab a booty in the dark, right?

That's how we do, it's McNasty

And when we get F'd up we get nasty

Hey

Tell all my Detroit players that

We F'd up

And all my women in the club say

We F'd up

And if you're sippin' on some say

We F'd up

They didn't know through the crunk say

We F'd up

All my live ****, hit up your door, let's go

Front to the back door say

We F'd up

LA, Japan and DC go

We F'd up

Bay area, Compton, NC go

We F'd up