Too Anti lyrics

[Chorus]
Smokin' on dead ass opps
If he talk from the grave, get his dead ass shot
Put a b*tch ass n*gga in a suit and tie
I don't f*ck wit' these n*ggas 'cause I'm too anti
Yeah, I be the one n*gga even you can't touch
Gotta keep a arm on me like two hand touch
Got a new Desert Eagle when it shoot blam-blam
Yeah, that mean the bird blue like Toucan Sam

[Verse 1]
I ain't never heard you, know you had no fans
Boy you put in work where? You ain't stack no bands
You ain't send no shots, n*ggas spit hot jams
You ain't spin no block, n*ggas TikTok dance
n*ggas cap on wax, n*ggas don't speak facts
n*gga talkin' 'bout the truth, but he don't speak that
When the opp ran off say he gon' bе back
What the f*ck you on? n*gga don't relapse
Bеnd the block and his dome get tapped
f*ck around, get split, now you can't call or see 'em
I feel like Prince in that meme, how I'm running from b*tches that crawl in my DM
Might put on designer then put on some Bonded
Yo' b*tch tryna put on some bondage
She know I'm the father
She tryna get pregnant, I'm finna go put on a condom
I don't like her ever, not even kinda
She know how I'm rockin' so that ain't a problem
She eat di*k like her name Jeffrey Dahmer
That b*tch couldn't never be baby mama
She don't believe in no Jesus
She just believe me, yeah that b*tch is a demon
I know my fans hear this sh*t and they be like goddamn boy, this n*gga a genius
I ain't even much gotta talk 'cause the work talk for me, and the gang gon' stream it
Make a n*gga twitch wit' the blick
Get it all on camera, yeah, the gang gon' stream it
[Verse 2]
Nah, I'm playin' the gang gon' bring it
Get to sprayin' them AR's singin'
Hit the ground and they fall when they see 'em
Ricochet off the wall, bullets pingin'
When they hop out, they Hawkin like Steven
Foenem toting that Tommy like Egan
Get to shooting like right we see 'em
Get to slidin' like right in the DMs
b*tch I feel like can't nobody stop me
Way I flow on the beat be so godly
sh*t too easy, that's why I'm so c*cky
Like succeeding becoming my hobby
Walk up wit' the squad like Nazis, yeah, I keep me some soldiers behind me
Paranormal, I throw 'em a body
Drop sh*t like Balboa or Rocky
Run up on me like he know karate
I'ma show 'em the choppa beside me
I reload it then c*ck it and up it
Pull the trigger blood on everybody

[Chorus]
Smokin' on dead ass opps
If he talk from the grave, get his dead ass shot
Put a b*tch ass n*gga in a suit and tie
I don't f*ck wit' these n*ggas 'cause I'm too anti
Yeah, I be the one n*gga even you can't touch
Gotta keep a arm on me like two hand touch
Got a new Desert Eagle when it shoot blam-blam
Yeah, that mean the bird blue like Toucan Sam
[Verse 3]
Shots rip and a n*gga body flip like Rob Van Dam
Hit a n*gga with the TEC
Somethin' like Famous Dex when they seen what was left they like, "Man goddamn"
And I ain't gon' deal with a b*tch big mouth
I don't do the backtalk, tell a b*tch, "Get out"
Call a b*tch, pull up if the b*tch flip out
Get the b*tch beat up
Get the b*tch kicked out