XXL Freestyle / LLTK Anthem lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(CZ Beats, why you do 'em like that)

[Verse]
I know first one bend to cross ya be the closest
We was just under pressure, and he folded (Ion't wanna talk)
I tend to show true love, they do me bogus
And I popped a n*gga head, end up reacting off emotions
And I shoot him from the chest up, throw yo sets up
This lil' b*tch want me to text her, ho you're regular
She want me to spend my check, huh, oh god bless her
Hit it once and thеn I dead her, get thе next one
Just know I stand on top of business, even though I keep it low-key
It's bout 600 shots with us, even though we rolling four deep
My shorty reckless out here wildin', don't respect no OG
And we ain't doing no checkin in, come on big bro you know me
Ain't got no heart, so I been hard on that b*tch
Back on 147, I'm a god on that b*tch
I can't help with sh*t, if you ain't starve on that b*tch
Traphouse, full of scammers, doing fraud in that b*tch
Drug dealers, toting hammers, in the yard with the n*ggas
f*ck that sh*t, lets run it up, get hit with .223 if he thinking he running up
I know, I know they be faking, so I stay real far from love
Ayy, I been sitting thinking so I take a lot of drugs
Type choppa chop the top off, b*tch don't get chopped off
I'm riding with some chunky sh*t, don't make me blow your socks off
And I done brought some extra clips, in case some sh*t gon' pop off
And that b*tch looking so amazing, prolly get my rocks off
Talk to the lord he told me, "I know you been sinnin' son"
Please don't come talk bout' what you got, cause I got plenty guns
These bullets ain't got no names on em', they for anyone
Get you one, pick you one
We just left your brodie on the corner, you best pick him up
Found out you wasn't sh*t, you double-crossed me, like I figured huh
I stood on the corner, and I did just what the killers done
I know she's a dirty b*tch, but she gon' blame it on the liquor, huh
I pop plenty Percocets, I'm groovy but I'm feelin' numb
I done said it once, I won't repeat it, you best listen up
Bought her thru some Wock, I got some sprite, I might not mix it up
Groupy b*tch up in my section, I won't take a flick with her
I done ran it up a million times still run it, I done see it yuh
I swear to God I miss the old days, I won't sit here fakin' like I'm ok
I done mixed the Gucci with the Dolce
I done mixed Balenci' with the V-LONE
My b*tch got to trippin, took a smoke break
They say I'm the neighborhood hero
I got all my shawtys, don't wear no cape
Ayy, I know you can feel it if you been in it before
Brodie say he got me and its ok
Brodie say he got me and it's ok
Said he got me and it's ok
Brodie say he got me and it's ok
And it's ok