[ Featuring YAnti ]
When they see me yell IC3
I'm the reason why R* bleeds
He held that shit can't run from me
Bat in the whip over 5x3
How many man been slapped or hit?
Y*'s dead got put in a spliff
R* ran #dontslip
It's me and YA tryna swing at wigs
Young dumb batch boys can't @ me
R*, S*, all of them athletes
Hid from the scene when beef got crashy
I'm in the backseat by my rambo savy
It's south ting teling me that I'm Anti
But man don't care I leave Dsquared spongey
Bucked dem and they try run like country
I'm in them boy piece tryna find these patty's
They say that smoking kills
But I smoked D* , how the hell he alive?
Tb come with the 3x5
Tryna swing with force tryna itch it in twice
Den again I'm way too nice
I swing with force tryna hit a mans spine
On the oppblock tryna pick us a fight
I swing with force with all my might
Smoke in **** and my hearts on heat
The oppboys see us then skeet
YA, DZ with our bores unsheathed
Scary sight see us it's peak
I'm on them boy block with my ramz all cleaned
And my nigga lost it he got smoked for free
And I move prestige you can't flex with me
You can't flex with me
We're really out here on the pagan blocks
Really tryna take Hp
How many man have been touched by me?
Done f*cked up K**, Y* got beat
K* dash he try run from me
And his dad left him and his son got beat (X2)
K*'s dad did skeet, his son got beat
I'm tired of neeks
Now everybody wanna beef the g's
But it's calm cuh we still got smoke for neeks
Aim up high try leave man bleed
No sheath my Zhing Zhou will rip through clean
Do a drill then clean, decamp the scene
And pray that we don't get seen
If your onto the team, on my life it's peak
I'm swinging a shank tryna make man bleed
IC3 any IC3 hold more then a beat
Let's tape off the scene
Add k's get k'd no case
I put it on my life that it works both ways
The streets ain't too safe
Keep my Zhou at waist
Anywhere, anyday they get blazed
I'm a trapstar, tryna get hoodrich
You know where I be, you know where I stay
He knows wagwan for the K's
R*** got dropped in front of his mates
(x2)
The oppboys know they can't be safe
F*ck a drill page we do it for us
Truss, how many man been touched
Gotta give it to bro he's oh so nuts
The mandem been applying pressure
Get left in a stretcher for acting tough
Swing at guts, spill some blood
Swing and ching leave opps in the mud
The things that they do for clout,
Y***** stop running your mouth
Your batch is shit, they don't leave they're house
But they jump on tracks, some stupid clowns
They say that smoking kills,
But I dance with smoke I guess I love the thrill
They ain't really got heart to kill
Cuh they stay at yard while the M do drillls
Don't believe their lies, don't believe there tunes
Cuh them boy love stack like Jill
But me Anti I can't relate
Cause I was 14 coulda caught that kill
And tell your bredrin s**** just chill
Cuh he ain't even bussed off waps
F*ck that, He ain't even done no drills
But the old Y* packs been billed
And this redrum is due to get spilled
Someone tell me why they love talk drill?
He ain't touched my batch, he ain't bussed off waps
He's due to get killed
Add k's get k'd no case
I put it on my life that it works both ways
The streets ain't too safe
Keep my Zhou at waist
Anywhere, anydaythey get blazed
I'm a trapstar, tryna get hoodrich
You know where I be, you know where I stay
He knows wagwan for the K's
R*** got dropped in front of his mates
(x2)
