Anime Chatter n Homies (feat. JonnyBankz)

So I'm I'm I'm chillin wit the homies It's some Anime chatter in a box Wit some weed that I'm rollin n a Phone had buzz Buts it's the flashlight And I much rather finish wit this wood Before I stop n checc the headline A nigga gotta right to get his head right Even if that means Dnd wit a bitch getting some head right Or more typically Wit the homies To get his head right Hoping that they know of a party That we can head right Now cause If not all this anger Gone make head right Nigga really thinking about throwing a bag on yo head right Nigga need to chill no tellin where that'll head right Shawty put a fork out in the road So I just head right Heartless Now I feel like Kanye In the head right Stranded stucc just like a deer up in a head lights Never really thought you'd be the bad guy Sandra bullocc side caught me blind Got me right upside the head like Different spaces Guess we in different places you need some time alone but I just need your location No way to repay all the time that we wasted Ain't no diploma Ain't no graduation Wish had time flux machine N a spaceship Take it bacc to start up Right bacc to the basics Instead of being calm non chalant N evasive Escaping bad weather shit, I know we can face it I guess we only get to live once Slide to the Stu Roll a bunch a blunts Take a couple shot Plug my fone up Got the stank face Beat cooking up You know it's going crazy If it's coming from Jizzle J B M E look We Brothers thru this music He Coming from out the east look Leimert Park Legend I seasoned it to a Tee, but this beat was missing something I added a JB Ugh This the type of shit that make you wake up Top of the top n swear to God it's for the paper Niggas wanna get hit well get hit wit the Laser Pop yo collar on them bitches and them haters Run it up run it up you betta do yo shit Yo side bitch got mo burns than Ludacris If that's yo homie ima put 'em on that succa list All you heard was dead homies and some lighter fliccs It's three two three nigga and you gone see nigga How everybody out Class except me nigga Put me in yo circle I take half of it up the plug is my cousin I don't need em to front Annakin I got high ground so why now I had to pipe her up so I can pipe the bitch down Straight outta 50s like ah old ass house Coach put me on the line I couldn't run that route On my momma you ain't bout it you luccy they don't allow it it's yo party and you pout'n put yo Megan on my stallion other head is always drownin my gun gotta be allowed in be luccy it ain't no violence I'm gangsta I move in silence Uh huh J B