Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anti Freestyle, artist - Mozzy. Album song Fake Famous, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Mozzy
Song language: English
Anti Freestyle |
Child of the trenches, I’m a gang member |
VVS, frostbites on the chain, nigga |
Walk up on him, introduce the K nigga |
Like a blood where I’m from, what he say, nigga? |
I sold onions at the market with my Tre niggas |
And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with him |
You know the usalama on 'em, gotta stay with him |
Knock ya stupid ass down, try to play with him |
My niggas in the streets, really out the trenches |
We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition |
We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition |
Leave your facials half full, very optimistic |
I’m not listening, rock glistening |
Ask yo bitch about the Mozzy, we the top niggas |
We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop niggas |
I don’t adopt, niggas, you are not squad, nigga |
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch |
Work two jobs and get taxes |
Bought a new Glock, hold 30, like a plasma |
All she want is two things, back shots and back rubs |
And oh I, oh I |
I’m that nigga 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 move through that |
Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I can shoot that stick |
MCM backpack, lil nigga back back |
Fuck where there ass at, bitch, where that cash at? |
Ride when we smoking, lil dope, we don’t mash that |
Any sucker nigga sliding through getting clapped out |
House lick, we running through that bitch like it’s fast track |
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 Glock with them chops out like it’s Baghdad |
Shooter like Mad Max, leave a nigga stretched out |
All headshots dumb nigga, put that vest down |
Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out |
Thugging with them TEC’s out, I’ll bring them jets out |
Niggas up on the kid, I’ll bust a nigga head |
Seven point six twos knockin' off a nigga’s dreads |
Money on my mind, all I think about bread |
And tell your bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head |
A bunch of young niggas sick with it like 40 |
350 Yeezy Boosts, nigga these ain’t Roshes |
On my bag flow, I’m tryna bust down a Rollie |
My son, mom everything, I treat 'em like a trophy |
Pour two fours of that 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 |
Bitch I’m from the Crest where shit gets funky, nigga |
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch |
Work two jobs and get taxes |
Bought a new Glock, hold 30, like a plasma |
All she want is two things, back shots and back rubs |
And oh I, oh I |
I’m that nigga 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 move through that |
Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I keep two straps |
And that’s why, I’m so anti, anti |
Can’t trust these bitches, no cannot, cannot, oh |
And I, and I |
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no |
You fuckin' with a savage |
Still remember days I ain’t have shit |
Everything designer, I don’t match it |
A band and ten cents for these shoes if you taxing |
You ain’t fuckin' with a boss nigga |
Don’t touch, don’t ask how much this cost nigga |
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 bitches, no cannot, cannot, oh |
And I, and I |
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby |