Текст песни Anti Freestyle - SOB X RBE , Mozzy

S- music

Child of the trenches, I'm a gang member
VVS, frostbites on the chain, n-
Walk up on him, introduce the K n-
Like a blood where I'm from, what he say, n-?
I sold onions at the market with my Tre n-
And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with him
You know the usalama on 'em, gotta stay with him
Knock ya stupid a- down, try to play with him
My n-in the streets, really out the trenches

We up and poppin' n-, f- the opposition
We up and poppin' n-, f- the opposition
Leave your facials half full, very optimistic
I'm not listening, rock glistening
Ask yo b- about the Mozzy, we the top n-
We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop n-
I don't adopt, n-, you are not squad, n-

And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad b-
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 n-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, n-know I can shoot that stick

MCM backpack, lil' n- back back
F- where there a- at, b-, where that cash at?
Ride when we smoking, lil' dope, we don't mash that
Any sucker n- sliding through getting clapped out
House lick, we running through that b- 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 n- stretched out

All headshots dumb n-, put that vest down
Beat the p- up like a young n- fresh out
Thugging with them TEC's out, I'll bring them jets out
N- up on the kid, I'll bust a n- head
Seven point six twos knockin' off a n- dreads
M-money on my mind, all I think about bread
And tell your b- get off my d-, she keeps tryna give me head
A bunch of young n- sick with it like 40

350 Yeezy Boosts, n- 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
B- I'm from the Crest where shit gets funky, n-

And that's why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad b-
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 n- 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, n- know I keep two straps

And that's why, I'm so anti, anti
Can't trust these b-, no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no
You f- with a savage
Still remember days I ain't have sh-
Everything designer, I don't match it
A band and ten cents for these shoes if you taxing
You ain't f- with a boss n-

Don't touch, don't ask how much this cost n-
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 b-, no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I
Always keep some shooters on standby, standby