Got some Anna on your chest for me then b**h, bring it on
I don’t need no f**ing back up I don’t need no f**ing tone
Got my left and my right to lay you on the f**ing ground
Blood leaking from your face as you make a screaming sound
I’m a motherf**ing man and I say what I feel
I ain’t talking on the net b**h I keep it f**ing real
Face to face you know the deal, cowards say they don’t want it
b**h I know the sh** I’ve done so there’s no need to f**ing flaunt it
South side, south side, till the day that I die
Hoe I rep it to the fullest yes I say that sh** with pride
Just a young white boy who ain’t never had sh**
Told I never be sh** so now I’m here to chance it b**h
Too thick, too thick, Doomshop is the click
Sixset murking bustas lettem know who run this sh**
If you got a f**ing problem
If you got something to say
Then bring that sh** to the floor Baker ain’t the one to play
Ya b**h
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GET BUCK
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Smoking on some dank while I sip on a pint of yak
With my n***as high as hell off that fat chronic sack
Riding through the park blowing A/C while im chiefing man
b**hes looking at me because they know a n***a riding clean