Anti Freestyle - Mozzy, SOB X RBE

Child of the trenches, I’m a gang member

VVS, frostbites on the chain, nigga

Walk up on him, introduce the K nigga

Like a blood where I’m from, what he say, nigga?

I sold onions at the market with my Tre niggas

And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with him

You know the usalama on 'em, gotta stay with him

Knock ya stupid ass down, try to play with him

My niggas in the streets, really out the trenches

We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition

We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition

Leave your facials half full, very optimistic

I’m not listening, rock glistening

Ask yo bitch about the Mozzy, we the top niggas

We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop niggas

I don’t adopt, niggas, you are not squad, nigga

And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch

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 nigga 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, niggas know I can shoot that stick

MCM backpack, lil nigga back back

Fuck where there ass at, bitch, where that cash at?

Ride when we smoking, lil dope, we don’t mash that

Any sucker nigga sliding through getting clapped out

House lick, we running through that bitch 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 nigga stretched out

All headshots dumb nigga, put that vest down

Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out

Thugging with them TEC’s out, I’ll bring them jets out

Niggas up on the kid, I’ll bust a nigga head

Seven point six twos knockin' off a nigga’s dreads

Money on my mind, all I think about bread

And tell your bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head

A bunch of young niggas sick with it like 40

350 Yeezy Boosts, nigga 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

Bitch I’m from the Crest where shit gets funky, nigga

And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch

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 nigga 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, niggas know I keep two straps

And that’s why, I’m so anti, anti

Can’t trust these bitches, no cannot, cannot, oh

And I, and I

Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

You fuckin' with a savage

Still remember days I ain’t have shit

Everything designer, I don’t match it

A band and ten cents for these shoes if you taxing

You ain’t fuckin' with a boss nigga

Don’t touch, don’t ask how much this cost nigga

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 bitches, no cannot, cannot, oh

And I, and I

Always keep some shooters on standby, standby