YSN TM - BTA Anthem Lyrics

All black, I got my gun, I'm jumpin' out, I see a opp
You better not try to disrespect me, if you do, you gettin' shot
Don't give a f*ck about no gender, this a different type of Glock
Treat a bad bitch bad, dawg, her ass just like a thot

Man, don't ask me where I'm at, just know I'm posted on the block
I'm tappin' 27 bullets, man, I hope they catch me shot
Man, I got different type of straps, I threw a switchie on the top
I see them post it up, then I'm spinnin' on they block

Thought it was over, but it's not
All black, I got my gun, I'm jumpin' out, I see a opp
You better not try to disrespect me, if you do, you gettin' shot
Don't give a f*ck about no gender, this a different type of Glock

I'm tappin' 27 bullets, man, I hope they catch me shot
Man, I got different type of straps, I threw a switchie on the top
I see them post it up, then I'm spinnin' on they block
Thought it was over, but it's not

All black, I got my gun, I'm jumpin' out, I see a opp
You better not try to disrespect me, if you do, you gettin' shot
Don't give a f*ck about no gender, this a different type of Glock
Treat a bad bitch bad, dawg, her ass just like a thot

Man, don't ask me where I'm at, just know I'm posted on the block
I'm tappin' 27 bullets, man, I hope they catch me shot
Man, I got different type of straps, I threw a switchie on the top
I see them post it up, then I'm spinnin' on they block

Try to play me like a goofy, guaranteed you gettin' whack
Man, I am locked on my hands, I got switchie on my lock
All I heard was I got f*cked, and I'm runnin' through his truck
I cannot hang around you, man, I heard your ass was raps

And I'ma spank all they ass, real life, man, that's a fact
Dollosh step on them and erical, he ain't never comin' back
He made a diss, thought he was turnt, I ain't gon' lie, that shit was whack
He tried to run away, no question, throwin' a 50 in his back

Had to go line some, up, get hot, and make a rack
I got Glock and the party, I am not tryna scrap
Man, I see that nigga E that throwin' five in his hat
Boy, bro, I'm tryna beat you, hang with nine different racks

Bro, pass me the pole, I'ma show you how I act
Don't be surprised when you see this bitch get bust
Nah, these ain't Cartis, I'm on Fancy, I look back, yeah, these busts
I turn around, I ain't tryna f*ck, unless you let my twin f*ck

If I hear another diss, I'ma hit that Santa
I been with the same niggas, keep it locked like 10 plus
Boy, they bout to get up on you, hey, ask them Santa
Boy, you is not smokin' fire, man, you smokin' Penta

So keep yo' bitch close, cause I got some real threats
Switchin' lanes, goin' fast, oh, I'm on a drill, huh
When we get that lil' nigga, it's gon' be a thrill, huh
When we get yo' pockets flat, you don't got no bills, huh

Got bars in the back, we gon' have to seal them
He speak on bro, if he want, we gon' have to kill him
Catch his ass outside, just watch me peel him
Nigga, I'm in the Starter goin' fast, I am not finna crack

I think I'm playin', how lil' bro go beat his ass
Bitch call me daddy, oh, I'm not your damn dad
I'm a weak-ass nigga, keep on talkin' bout what he had
Why you playin', I done blew your whole stack

I dip in, I know my eyes, but I got a real bag
We gon' get that bag, remember, that's gon' leave him real sad
F*cked up, went to the school, but I got a drill bag
I'll kill anybody and I still won't feel bad

For you, girl, when I know money, man, go get a real bag
That's ass, nah, for real, yeah, it's gettin' real bad