Anthrax lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Energy made this one)
(Energy and Mike)
b*tch!
(Straight from the eastside, sh*t)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Your b*tch left you and f*cked me 'cause my pape' bigger
I'm close to six, but I'm tryna run up like eight figures
'79 old school Chevy with the Wraith engine
Uncle mixed that sh*t up his self, he hate blenders
Woke up with 3-1 thousand dollars in my CashApp
Success came quicker than I though, it was fast track
I done re-wrapped a brick like four times using Glad wrap
Dropped a hunnid shots in his car, he need Aflac
Damn, I’m drunker than a b*tch, I need Stanbacks
Dawg ain't got no gun to shoot at n*ggas, where your mans at?
I already f*cked the big sister, where your friends at?
Use gloves when I pack the work, this sh*t like anthrax
Ha, that mean it's straight drop
Ironically, I dropped 12 n*ggas with 8 shots
Feature price goin' up to a 10 when this tape drop
I hate n*ggas that try to cuff hoes, bunch of fake cops

[Interlude 1]
(Get over here!)
*Supercharger whine*
(Damn)
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Do you smell that? Balla Berry mixed with A1 and Axl packs
KD just sold me cut lean, I'm finna sell it back
pus*y ass n*gga, them n*ggas told on you, you finna tell back?
I was finna put the pressure on 'em, but I fell back
I’m cordial with a 5.7 on me, off a 12 of Act'
Me and Mike was never pourin' light, we drunk a Hellcat
I lost my b*tch and my clientele, I want the scale back
Argh, hold on, who the f*ck is this?
I just drunk a 10 of Wockhardt, I don't f*ck with Tris
The drank I got clean, and I know 'cause I bust a script
Alright, I bust a nut then dip
This b*tch really think I ain't finna f*ck her cause she f*ck with Chris
Girl, I don't give a f*ck 'bout that, that's my brother, b*tch
Took a Perc 30, then Rio takes another sip
The diamond link on my Rio piece cost a f*ckin' brick
(This a EDD, I got this off the book, f*ck the government)

[Interlude 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with us n*gga, I’m finna, you know, sit down and stack this paper up and come back and get on you boys ass again. And I ain't even doin' it to stunt on n*ggas, I wanna motivate the broke hatin' n*ggas, or the n*ggas with money that's hatin' 'cause it's a lot of them— I want motivate y'all, bro. That's why I'm doin' this sh*t. I love makin' music, I love takin' care of my family, and I love motivatin' the youth

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Don't get your cap peel't, with your stupid ass
I got the ups on dawg, I'm finna do him bad
He ain't even know what hit him, I was shootin' fast
You and your whole clique pus*y, y'all need some cookie pads (Michigan Music)
11 hunnid bucks for some Gucci slacks
8 hunnid dollas cash for a duce of Act'
Let a n*gga bust at us, I bet we shootin' back
I'm in Bouldercrest askin' n*ggas, "Where Gucci at?"
I’m on my way o-t with a half a chicken
This one already up, ain't gotta rack the pistol
If I pop you up, and you don't die, it was accidental
Put the beam in the sky, then bro pop up like the Batman signal
300 grams of dog, I can make a bricky
He tried to run from pump, y'all better pray for Ricky
I lost my mind when I touched them racks like my Auntie Vicky
I’m sittin' here, watchin' the money grow like I’m babysittin'
I’m in the O tryna shot where Tru 'nem at?
I need another body dropped June 'nem at?
600 and some change for this muthaf*ckin' Louis cap
You gotta shoot it, you can't put it up your nose, this a gooey batch
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeahhh, n*gga, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga
Know what the f*ck goin' on
Flint to the O, n*gga, it's Rio Da Yung OG
What up Tru