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