piston

[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