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-хопDate 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 |