Anonymous (feat. Mhady2hottie)

(Shout out Yamaica) (B-b-b-beats by Yamaica Productions, baby) Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah Grrah Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah Like what? Like what? Like what? Grrah, grrah Hang out the V, then we dump out the window Better run, better duck, better get low Don't see a soul, then we flockin' at big bros We gon' slide, 30 clips and extendos He got hit tryna slide in a fish bowl .40 so loud, shit fuck up my earlobes YGK, we don't fuck with them weirdos Hollows they hit him, fuck up his skin tone Told bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin' it" On the net, all they do is just politic But we just pulled up with a lot of sticks (Like how?) Spin through, all black, anonymous Headshot, now he need some oxygen Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it All the demons is mad, ain't no stoppin' 'em When I see you, ain't no way that you blockin' us Niggas actin' and shit Spin through the block and I'm faster than shit Oh that's yo' mud? Get smacked wit' the grip Like, big die 4z, tried to run and he tripped If I catch Dwade, nigga I up and I spray GBEK, GDK, VatoK, I'm EBK (Suck my dick) And I'm geekin' and tweakin' Nas Blixk got hit in the weekend EK, stop the cap When I came back, that boy runnin' track Had him gaspin' and shit All in your raps, why you cappin' and shit? New opp pack, and it's gas in this shit Like new opp pack, and it's gas in this shit (Like what?) Me and Mhady, on a drill Yeah I'm geekin', I'm off a pill Hop out, I'ma go for the kill Two-three shots, deep just like O'Neal I'ma show you, this shit get real Two guns up, totin' on my steel One named Jackie, the other name is Jill S double-M, bitch, I'm in the field I'm causin' wreck, spinnin' through the Hill And it's deals, after deals I ain't signing, I need me a mil' You gon' feel, how I feel You gon' feel, how I feel Suck my dick nigga (Grrah, grrah) Hang out the V, then we dump out the window Better run, better duck, better get low Don't see a soul, then we flockin' at big bros We gon' slide, 30 clips and extendos He got shot tryna slide in a fish bowl .40 so loud, shit fuck up my earlobes YGK, we don't fuck with them weirdos Hollows they hit him, fuck up his skin tone Told bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin' it" On the net, all they do is politic But we just pulled up with a lot of sticks (Like how?) Spin through, all black, anonymous Headshot, now he need some oxygen Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it All the demons is mad, ain't no stoppin' 'em When I see you, ain't no way that you blockin' us (Bitch)