Anita lyrics

[Chorus]
He say I thought we were cool my n*gga why the hell U clutching
If a n*gga play with T then im gon bust his ass in public
I try to cooked had it f*cked up had it taken out the oven
Ion give no f*ck bout no relationships I do it to my cousin
Left right hustle gun bussin’
This lil sh*t is not nothing
We been runnin through that sl*t so why the f*ck you thot cuffin?
He claim he a shooter, but we know that boy is not gunnin
Lil T-key drop shots fr you play I show you that we not friend

[Verse 1]
Birdie boy never did runnin, hop out clutching get to bussin
Ion be talking drops, when we pop out end of discussion
Headshot rip a n*gga face, 7.62 gave him concussion
Bad lil b*tch came from Russia trynna bus it like a gusher
Stand on business I mean everything I see I never cap
They locked birdie boy inside them chains they thought i couldn't adapt
22O pop sh*t for gang you know I put that on the map
Came up 5 bustin stains never thought I’d be a rapper
Me and T-key goin crazy know this sh*t here been amazing
To many K’s inside the box you would’ve thought my gang racist
They seein I’m lit across the map they sending beat here for a play
This sh*t been crazy had to give em pus*y led just to erase em

[Chorus]
He say I thought we were cool my n*gga why the hell U clutching
If a n*gga play with T then im gon bust his ass in public
I try to cooked had it f*cked up had it taken out the oven
Ion give no f*ck bout no relationships I do it to my cousin
Left right hustle gun bussin’
This lil sh*t is not nothing
We been runnin through that sl*t so why the f*ck you thot cuffin?
He claim he a shooter, but we know that boy is not gunnin
Lil T-key drop shots fr you play I show you that we not friend
[Verse 2]
I could not be broke had to get up off my ass and go and get it
Try to wear my brothers clothes but they to big I couldn’t fit it
n*ggas told me time to time again not do it, I still ain’t listen
Yk one day I get it and then I go and flip it that’s on god
I been running up money since a jit that’s on my moms
They can cut my legs ion give no f*ck cuz im still bearin arms
Im the angel I get evil I tear his whole damn soul apart
Yeah im rich but if he play w my lil girl im going to war
Put in my last work now im soar
[?] Prada will never catch me askin for more
Heard [?] went broke I guess they got divorced
I rock polo tees, probably will never catch me off this horse
And this sh*t right here that sweet love
I call it that g-love
I fw that ass ion give no f*ck bout no d-cups
I would put that gun out watch that baby boy get beat up
All the opps need glasses
Cuz on my daddy them b*tch ass boys can’t see us
And one more thing don’t get it f*cked up im still on that timing
I eat ya f*cking face if you try to take one of my diamonds
n*gga said he gon catch me I say good luck trynna find me
Bet his ass get shot at if he don try to claim he don tried me, ong

[Chorus]
He say I thought we were cool my n*gga why the hell you clutching
If a n*gga play with T then im gon bust his ass in public
I try to cooked had it f*cked up had it taken out the oven
Ion give no f*ck bout no relationships I do it to my cousin
Left right hustle gun bussin’
This lil sh*t is not nothing
We been runnin through that sl*t so why the f*ck you thot cuffin?
He claim he a shooter, but we know that boy is not gunnin
Lil T-key drop shots fr you play I show you that we not friend