f#ck 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!
f#ck that [Who he think he is
Need to tap in with us more, mothaf#ckas don’t like that sh#t
When it come to my city on the most term
Do Patek on yo’ b#tch, she a lil’ flirt [ah
f#ck this rap sh#t 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
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
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
b#tch 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
b#tch 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 f#ckin’ prorate it [yeah]
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]
That’s why we catching sand though
No I don’t really feel like that but I just wanna let you know what they catching sound brodi
That’s what they’re saying about you brodi, tap in
They don’t like that shit
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28AV Lyrics – Anchovies