Anthem lyrics

[Intro: Riko With Da K]
Man, you know the f*ck goin' on, man
Free Pussna and Baby D, man
Man, shout out to Kodak my n*gga, I love you, n*gga, fo' sho, n*gga
f*ck whoever don't like that
(Skip got that bounce, it go crazy)

[Chorus: Riko With Da K]
Walk 'em down with this cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole gang, and I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters, we don't do no f*ckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad, then we gon' have to f*ckin' touch 'em

[Verse 1: Riko With Da K]
Yeah, we catch you slippin', ain't no runnin', we get to bussin'
Get out your body, we catch bodies from Monday to Sunday
He want me dead, but I ain't scared, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
And if I slide, n*ggas dyin', yeah, that's how I'm comin'
She took my soul, now she gone, song soul huntin'
We step on him, Tiane knows that that's a whole hundred
I pop a Perc' and get in my zone and want a snow bunny
Come through this b*tch and give switches and be a crash dummy
I knew they thought that I was gone, now I'm back on it
Pistols totin' with a .30, f*ck the judge, homie
Sniper gang beat the game, f*ck your set, homie
You cross my brother and I ain't lettin' up and that's on my momma, n*gga (Fo' sho)
[Chorus: Riko With Da K]
Walk 'em down with this cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole gang, and I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters, we don't do no f*ckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad, then we gon' have to f*ckin' touch 'em

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Ayy, Riko my twin, we love to spin, n*ggas know what we do
Y'all tell that n*gga to come outside, I'm tryna smoke his boof
I'm on my top, I'm tryna pop, and this n*gga claim he oppin'
That boy ain't down when I'm first droppin', we ain't f*ckin' stoppin'
We slide me for Haiti, millie with a skyrocket
And n*ggas speakin' on Zoe Reekee, we gon' ride 'bout it
I'm on my burner phone, I'ma burn this b*tch and soon we kill 'em
And tell this b*tch stay out the way or she gon' be a victim
I'm clutchin' a cuter stick, tryna hit a n*gga with a scissor
This smoke ain't nothin' sweet, in the backseat bussin' down a swisher
I flipped a whip on self parole, don't act like you don't remember
When I catch a lil' pus*y b*tch, these hollow tips tearin' up his liver

[Chorus: Riko With Da K]
Walk 'em down with this cutter, get to buzzin', he ain't thuggin'
I could kill his whole 'ang, and I could put that on my cousin
Ridin' round with them cutters, we don't do no f*ckin' bluffin'
If we catch 'em down bad, then we gon' have to f*ckin' touch 'em