Anyway (feat. NIZ) Video (MV)

Beef with us is like suicide
We'll make you and your homie get reunified
I walk in and I make heads turn
The hoes didn't even notice it when you arrived
Yeah Pockets fat as f*ck like a manatee
All the niggas with me coming with the savagery
Gave that hoe my best performance, thanks for having me
Thought we said no strings attached, so why you nagging me
Broski, finna pop a pill to ease the pain
I can't wait to get that nigga waiting on the day
Don't got shit to say, I let the K do that for me
I blow a bag to get that nigga out the way
(Yeah uh, yeah uh)
Yeah, I'm in control like an analog
Bitch you ain't even bad enough to make the catalog
If you owe me money, I don't do payments I want it all
I'ma crash out on him like a plane fall
Lil nigga You ain't tough, you just switch your dialogue
They know that my pockets swole, they know that I done ran it up
I can show you on the gram or I can bring them bands to y'all
Yeah, she just said I gotta pay
Bro just hit me up, we got them P's in today
Who you tryna be nigga who you tryna portray?
Smoking on uh- sippin' pink lemonade
We'll I make a nigga, uh- get down I don't play
I can still get yo ass to beats Dr. Dre
We'll I make him disappear like a mystery
You a gangster to your bitch, but you a bitch to me
Bro don't even need the scale when he be measuring I told him just be patient on the play while it's developing
I no hablo English I speak that Guapanese
Told her I don't pay for box, but we can go on shopping sprees
Why these niggas do they talking only on computers?
We just like the warriors, the whole team full of shooters
I don't even communicate if I'm not getting laid I be getting paid, I can make a bag in any way
Money come easy, that's the topic of the convo
Got a green bean with a switchie, that's your life, bro
I been getting green for the team, Jason Tatum
I been seeing feins since nizzy in the playpen
I'm a hawk him down, not a falcon
I'm a hawk him down, not a falcon
Man, I really make em go crazy
I been hitting shots, Scorsese
If you want war, boy, now come and let me know
I be knocking bitches down, pass on to the bros
I remember corner status, staying on the low
If you wanna be with nizzy, baby, come and go
Bitches used to dub me, now they chase me for the dough
It's not always sunny in the bity, it get active
G-L-O-C-K, we subtract them
If you hear the Glocky go- you inactive
On my money hungry, better do it with type of make it
Cause I can have you on that hit the kill type of paper
They only have real deal chill type of players
I don't do no drive-bys, I run up and get combative
Skinny that's my twin if he say, go I'm on your head
I be in the shadows where the monsters stayed in head
Bro don't even need to scale when he be measuring I told him just be patient on the play, while it's developing
I know no hablo English, I speak that Guapanese Told her I don't pay for box, but we can go on shopping sprees
Why these niggas do they talking only on computers We just like the Warriors, the whole team full of shooters
I don't need communicating, I'm not getting laid I be getting paid, I can make a bag in any way
I can make a bag in any way
I don't need communicating, I'm not getting laid
I be getting paid, I can make a bag in any way