TEC
Anarchy

[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)

[Verse]
Got that flame on me like I'm Super Saiyan Goku
Glizzy got no jokes, but I'll let this bitch roast you
Bustin' that bitch throat, a singin' ho, shit help her vocals
Cracked her on the couch, at the stu' watchin' Roku
Say you ain't got no flaws and you do (Huh?)
You told all the bitches like a Vlad interview (What?)
You told on yourself and some of your n***as too (What?)
You deserve that belt-to-ass treatment 'cause you fool (Pussy)
Pussy n***a
Ain't give me shit, I took it, a vet' in the game since I was a rookie (Game)
Sweet as a bitch, I step on they shit and watch me crumble the cookie
Makе a strategy to come challengе me, I'll compare, them n***as could never
Run with them wolves, but I dunk on shit myself like Anthony Elvis
I'm the god of this shit and all these n***as wan' be devils
But ain't never even did no demon shit to make me hell 'em
It get hot as the sun, it's that demon shit, you better tell 'em
But, bitch, I'm way from that 'Raq where them choppers fly without propellers
Ayy, we them n***as, they know we them ones (They ain't fuckin' with us)
Who them n***as? They used to be my son (Matter fact, fuck them n***as)
Never with that buddy shit, only fuck with a couple n***as
Never with my hand out, I went and got it off my knuckles, n***a
Red beans, blood puddles, get him winged like he had pluckers
He in trouble
MAC-11 speak with a speech impendent, this bitch stutter
Cut it and serve it to the cluckers, can't believe that this shit butter
They got done the same year, they can't believe them n***as brothers
You done got in smoke with some real killers, hope you got a cut
Hope your angels out in the field with you like you're Danny Glover
Thought you had a drop, you better use that motherfucker
Thought I was gon' stop him, then you's a stupid motherfucker
Bitch, I'll pop out with that 50, tryna put this bitch on many men
You remind me of my bitch, get mad and block a n***a on Instagram
He think it's non-violent like Kendrick and Drake, he tryna get some fans
You was a good kid, I'm from a mad city, we slide off that minivan
Fuck a label, I can sign myself, I got real paper
Bullets made him smoke like he just got off the BBL table
When the fuck all these soft ass n***as became hard bodied?
Shit'll get nasty, they havin' pullin' bullet fragments out at the autopsy
[Outro]
Dead bodies when we swerve (Ayy, ayy), know you heard 'bout it (Who say?)
Dead bodies when we swerve (Ayy, ayy), know you heard 'bout it (Baow, baow, baow)
Dead bodies when we swerve (Ayy, ayy), know you heard 'bout it (Skrrt, stupid bitch)
Dead bodies when we swerve (Haha), know you heard 'bout it (Just come here, bitch)
Freestyle, ridin' with real Murder Inc like I'm Irv Gotti (Bitch)
Dead bodies when we swerve (Baow, let's go), know you heard 'bout it (Just come here, bitch, boo-ya, boo-ya, boo-ya, boo-ya, boo-ya, bitch)
Bitch, I'm the tallest (Yeah, haha)
Long choppers, I'm flingin' shit (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Bitch-ass n***a (Yeah)
Check my jacket, n***a (Ayy, this shit just—)
Size shit, you hear me?
Bitch-ass n***a disrespect the gang (Ain't really runnin' shit, I'm just joggin' right here, blick out)
Pussy-ass n***a (I just been joggin', haha), scary-ass n***a
Scary Tom and Jerry-ass n***a, man, rat and pussy