Anti Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Child of the trenches, I'm a gang member
VVS, frostbites on the chain, n*gga
Walk up on him, introduce the K, n*gga
Like where blood and 'em from? What he say, n*gga?
I sold onions at the market with my Tre n*ggas
And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with 'em
You know the usalama on him, gotta stay with him
Knock your stupid ass down, try to play with him
My n*ggas in the streets, really out the trenches
We up and poppin' n*ggas, f*ck the opposition
We up and poppin' n*ggas, f*ck the opposition
Leave your facials half full, very optimistic
I'm not listening, every single rock glisten
Ask your b*tch about the Mozzy, we them top n*ggas
We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop n*ggas
I don't adopt n*ggas, you are not squad, n*gga

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet
Bad b*tch, work two jobs and get taxes
Bought a new GLOCK, hold thirty like a plasma
All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub
And oh, I, oh, I, I'm that n*gga 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 run through that
Got one clip, two clips, n*ggas know I keep two straps
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
MCM backpack, lil n*gga, back, back
f*ck where that ass at, b*tch, where that cash at?
Loud when we smoking, lil dope, we don't mash that
Any sucker n*gga sliding through getting clapped out
House lick, we running through that b*tch like it's FasTrak
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 block with them chops out like it's Baghdad
Shooter like Mad Max, leave a n*gga stretched out
All headshots, dumb n*gga, put that vest down
Beat the pus*y up like a young n*gga fresh out
Thugging with them TEC's out, I'll bring the jets out
n*ggas ups on the kid, I'll bust a n*gga head
These .762s knockin' off a n*gga dreads
Money on my mind, all I think about is bread
And tell your b*tch get off my di*k, she keeps tryna give me head
A bunch of young n*ggas sick with it like 40
350 Yeezy Boost, n*gga, these ain't Roshes
On my bag flow, I'm tryna bust down a Rollie
My son mom everything, I treat her like a trophy
Pour two fours in 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
And, b*tch, I'm from the Crest where sh*t get funky, n*gga
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet
Bad b*tch, work two jobs and get taxes
Bought a new GLOCK, hold thirty like a plasma
All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub
And oh, I, oh, I, I'm that n*gga 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 run through that
Got one clip, two clips, n*ggas know I keep two straps

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
And that's why I'm so anti, anti
Can't trust these b*tches, no can I, can I, oh
And I, and I
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no
You f*ckin' with a savage
Still remember days I ain't have sh*t
Everything designer, I don't match sh*t
A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it
You ain't f*ckin' with a boss n*gga
Don't touch, don't ask how much these cost, n*gga
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*tches, no can I, can I, oh
And I, and I
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby