Kobe Anthony
Sada Baby, Skilla Baby
This that Melo Bryant
Huh, huh, Carmelo Bryant
Uh, my bad, Barmelo Bryant, mmm, duh
Huh, huh, this that Bobe Anthony, uh
Uh, this that Kobe Anthony, uh ayy, hmm, mmm
Let me tell you somethin', naw, never mind
I don't like talkin' to niggas of your kind
Ho, let me tell you somethin', hmm, naw
Never mind
I don't like talkin' to bitches of your kind
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My tolerance ain't your tolerance
Talk 'bout it
Crank, crank, let me speed it up
I got bitches right around the corner
That's tryna eat it up
I don't know them niggas
I'll ho them niggas with my feet up
You can't keep up, I'll shoot you in
Your shit if you don't speak up, ayy
Retarded, relentless, ign'ant, cutthroat
Heartless, rich, ain't no bitch
I'll bust raw, ooh
How the fuck you ain't know
Your baby moms a busto?
I say how the fuck you ain't
Know your grandmama a custo? Ooh
Hot nigga, stay in your lane or get dunked on
I dare a bitch boy say my
Name with a tough tone
Spit on an opp nigga, opp hoes get bust on
Morph up
Turn into a Power Ranger with the buffs on
I came from servin' brick
Need a Kevin Federline
Couldn't drop Act 3 and Kobe
Anthony at a better time
Skub ridin' 'round with the AR alkaline
Tryna wet a slime, naw, fuck that
We ain't rubbin' niggas' nose
We gon' bust that
Kill the opp niggas, kill the opp hoes
And they rugrats
Shoot an opp nigga in the neck
Send his lungs back
Had a gun, ain't bust back
How you come back?
'Bout fuck Glen up if he
Keep pourin' lines up naw, I'm lyin'
Leave you lyin' there with a lineup
Fuck with me and mines, it's on sight
Get your eye punched
Get your eye black, knock your
Face through your iPad, uh
Not a strong safety
Walk around with these thigh pads
Your bitch don't do shit but eat dick
Got a thyroid problem i horsecollar
Hit the red zone with all my dollars
No, not Sada
I'ma be on your medulla oblongata
Yeah, huh, your medulla oblongata, huh
Got a white boy shoot like Tom Gugliotta
I sip drank, I like Wocky
Mars fuck 'round with vodka
I like 40s, I like Dracs
I love fuckin' 'round with choppers
I like money, I like paper, I like screamin'
I love hollerin'
I'll yell at your bitch and tell her
"Leave me fuckin' 'lone" (Hold up)
Skilla Baby taught me that move, he cold, huh
I'll have Deno throw a
Bomb through your home, ah
Def Jam: Fight
Block his shit if his eye soft
Rapper fight night, cut an MC lights off
My baby blind, close his eyes, talk shit
Get the pints off
Bitches gettin' hit with the strap too
That's what the dykes taught me
If I call Steeze
He gon' pull up and leave shit
Nigga, maybe if you join the mob
You could be rich
Hitman act like a blogger, he leak shit
Nike give us an offer, we on elite shit
Sada lookin' just like Bean
Throwin' fives up we the business backcourt
Make these rap niggas switch lines up
Run L2 in real life, get some shots up
Make a mess, wet a nigga up like a mop bucket
Caution sign on the floor, huh
Right there with his soul
In the trap leavin' mouse traps
Case a nigga told
When my pockets flat, easy bounce back
I just hit the road i mean when they low
It's been five years since I was broke
A nigga want smoke, huh, huh
I can't tell him no
I just let him know hollow
Tip'll leave the letter O
And an extra hole, hit his head
Make his bandana fold
Kill a nigga I ain't seen in
Ten year, this vendetta old, duh
Let me tell you somethin', naw, never mind
I don't like talkin' to niggas of your kind
Ho, let me tell you somethin', hmm, naw
Never mind
I don't like talkin' to bitches of your kind
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My caliber ain't your caliber, talk 'bout it
My tolerance ain't your tolerance
Talk 'bout it
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