Anchovies

[Intro]

Fuck that white boy (you put me on?)

Yeah yeah yeah, [?]

There's a white boy [?]

You putting on for the city blood? (Well I'm out here, I'm outside!)

Can't be standin' in the hood with no pistol like us, blood (need to tap real with us!)

Fuck that (Who he think he is)

Need to tap in with us more, mothafuckas don't like that shit

Ayy juce, let me know sum

[Verse 1]

When it come to my city on the most term

Do Patek on yo' bitch, she a lil' flirt (ah)

Fuck this rap shit blood, then I Lil Durk

You might be slick, but you ain't gangsta without that pole

I can tell can't fight, you move too slow

Suckas are cappin', boy you ain't got no aims

I know you faggots jealous, tell me I ain't got no friends

Big ace what we throwin', ain't nothin' lеss

Plenty land for the races if you wanna tеst

Come and tap in with the folks, you could be the guest

I don't miss the grand beef, on screenshot

I'm throwin' Santa Claus, red beam, green dot

I'm from a land where you stand on what you speak on

Don't forget to tie laces, put your cleats on

How you gon' be a stepper, you ain't crawl yet

How you gon' beat up, you ain't fall yet

[Chorus]

You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran

Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan

Well we do standovers on these anchovies

I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies

You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran

Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan

Well we do standovers on these anchovies

I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies

[Verse 2]

How you work during peace unless you bleed throughout

Can't trust none of these hoes, for peace cross your bro

Two sticks when I go, like skis in the snow

Why that sucka talking when the pressing bet he gon' fall

You lil' local cats touching fur, see 'em coming, haul it in

Bitch I sacrifice a lot, this ain't overnight nah

G's crossing morgues, boy they come hoarded

Cats sound like a jet when I call starting

All line in the trenches, keep your nose guarded

Keep one in the oven, she got postpartum (say what)

Feed 'em to the wolves, yeah my folks starving (huh)

Imma feed 'em to the wolves, yeah my folks starving (ah)

Bitch give me a lil' tequila, overrated

Straight up out that soufside, you know we most hated (south)

If it's wack, when you know when we cold casing

If it's juggin' then we might just fuckin' prorate it (yeah)

[Chorus]

You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran

Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan

Well we do standovers on these anchovies (skrt)

I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies (skrt)

You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran

Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan

Well we do standovers on these anchovies

I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies (woah)

[Outro/Interlude]

That's why we catching sand though

He think he the king of Seattle! Fuck that!

No I don't really feel like that but I just wanna let you know what they catching sound brodi

There ain't no mothafuckin king of Seattle! The fuck?

That's what they're saying about you brodi, tap in

Yeah I know he wouldn't be this but fuck that shit, I don't give a fuck

They don't like that shit