[Verse 1: anarchy]
How the fuck you keep it real but you gon' snitch though?
.45 bullets ringing through his fucking window
That boy say he bulletproof until he on my list though
If that boy gon' ever run and tell I'll grab my pistol
Pull the hammer back, bitch you hear that shit damn clicking
And I'm pushing on your block like I was a fucking piston
I shot his ass for talking, he should've fucking listened
Count this money by myself, I do not need fucking assistance
And this chopper spitting, I think it has a lisp, bitch
Shit got fucking nasty, this shit gon' get explicit
Bullet give that boy a headache, that chopper fucking splitting
Bitch, I'm holding two fucking guns like its split ends
And I got bad bitch, I think that ho from Lisbon
If that boy gon' try me shit go down like a cliffs end
And I got a redhead, bitch, like Peter Griffin
Told her, "I gotta count this money, bitch, I ain't got time for kissing"
[Verse 2: d0llywood1]
Me n' anarchy get on the beat and we start ripping
Fuck school, me and my fellas was in detention
If I go broke fella I might just start pimpin
Pushing down your block like a motherfucking piston
Talking down on gang, I send my fellas on a mission
Talking down on gang, my fellas make sure you go missing
I can't play a game I know some fellas that's in prison
Can't keep ??? bitches because they fishing for attention
He thought I'm lacking but I'm pistol gripping
Bitch, I can't be broke I'ma always get it
They thought I fell off but I know I didn't
She just trying to fuck me, I'm going with it
Two sets of twins, I don't know the difference
Let's go band for band, see who dough the biggest
She can rock out with the band if she rolling with it
I don't really need a bitch, I'm not codependent
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