Anti Freestyle (feat. SOB X RBE)

S- music Child of the trenches, I'm a gang member VVS, frostbites on the chain, n- Walk up on him, introduce the K n- Like a blood where I'm from, what he say, n-? I sold onions at the market with my Tre n- And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with him You know the usalama on 'em, gotta stay with him Knock ya stupid a- down, try to play with him My n-in the streets, really out the trenches We up and poppin' n-, f- the opposition We up and poppin' n-, f- the opposition Leave your facials half full, very optimistic I'm not listening, rock glistening Ask yo b- about the Mozzy, we the top n- We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop n- I don't adopt, n-, you are not squad, n- And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad b- 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 n-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, n-know I can shoot that stick MCM backpack, lil' n- back back F- where there a- at, b-, where that cash at? Ride when we smoking, lil' dope, we don't mash that Any sucker n- sliding through getting clapped out House lick, we running through that b- 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 n- stretched out All headshots dumb n-, put that vest down Beat the p- up like a young n- fresh out Thugging with them TEC's out, I'll bring them jets out N- up on the kid, I'll bust a n- head Seven point six twos knockin' off a n- dreads M-money on my mind, all I think about bread And tell your b- get off my d-, she keeps tryna give me head A bunch of young n- sick with it like 40 350 Yeezy Boosts, n- 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 B- I'm from the Crest where shit gets funky, n- And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad b- 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 n- 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, n- know I keep two straps And that's why, I'm so anti, anti Can't trust these b-, no cannot, cannot, oh And I, and I Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no You f- with a savage Still remember days I ain't have sh- Everything designer, I don't match it A band and ten cents for these shoes if you taxing You ain't f- with a boss n- Don't touch, don't ask how much this cost n- 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 b-, no cannot, cannot, oh And I, and I Always keep some shooters on standby, standby