Anthem

(Ayy, yo, Bandplay) check the scoreboard We up, nigga drank God Ayy, ayy (yeah) Yeah, pussy-ass nigga got my huns up (Bitch) , yeah F*ck them niggas, we'll shoot the club up (Shoot the club up) , ayy And I got it tucked, you better not run up (Baow) hit a nigga in his head, yeah That's a gunbutt (Iced Up Records) I put dick all down her throat, yeah She gon' eat it up (She gon' eat it up) I spent a hundred for the head But it was free to f*ck (But it was free to f*ck) Mix the Adderall with Xans I had to speed it up Got eighty thousand in my pants That's 'bout a key of cut (That's 'bout a key of cut) Spent four thousand on my buffs That's 'bout an eight around it (yeah) Then I line them niggas up We put the taper on 'еm (Skrrt) I keep runnin' out the 'choo I got the Drakey on 'еm (I got the Drakey on 'em) Stop postin' jewelry on the 'Gram We just gon' take it from you (We just gon' take it from you) I ain't dissin' on no songs, yeah We can shoot it out (Bitch) And I ain't fuckin' with no Bitch unless she shootin' out (Pills) Got cooler system on the chopper Had to cool it out (I had to cool it out) A thousand choppers, bitch We packin' like we movin' out (Like we movin' out) Yeah, you can tell this bitch a Trap because the house vacant (Trappin') Leave that nigga in the clouds Since he was clout chasin' (He was clout chasin') Four hundred thousand just in jewelry This shit outrageous (Woo) I'm still spending old money That shit outdated (Woo) You the pussy nigga type You probably bleed inside (Probably bleed inside) All I hang around is robbers You can see the vibes (You can see the vibes) Got a pint of Wocky clean It cost me three a line (For real) How you claim you getting money But you don't feed your guys? (But you don't feed your guys?) F*ck around and come the Wraith I ain't the walkin' type (Skrrt) You said you gon' pull up on I ain't the talkin' type (Bitch) I caught an opp out with his kids I had to stall his life (Had to stall him out) Quarter million on my neck That's why they call me Ice (That's why they call me Ice) Take your chain and put your Jewelry up for ransom (Hah) Bitch, I got shooters out in Maryland like I'm Manson (Out in Maryland) AR on me, got me movin' like I'm dancin' (Got me movin' crazy) F*ck the haters and the cops, bitch This the anthem (Bitch, this the anthem) , ugh Motherfuckin' anthem, nigga Robbers and the shooters (Iced Up Records) All that, we on that type of time drank God All the gang members, nigga what?