Anna Got Me Clickin'
Self medication yo
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
Fully automatic with the fuckin' K-9
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
As I double up my cup I represent the same signs
I Ain't saying that I did it but
Heard your little brother fuckin' bit it
Full of fucking slugs
I told you we was down to fuckin' split it
Got this torture in my barrel
I admit it
I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Told you I wouldn't hit it but
Hear me out
When you called her on the phone
I Heard your cryin' like a little bitch boy
Tell me 'bout that switch boy
This is what you get
This is what you deserve
Shout out to your momma that's that bitch I fuckin' serve
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
Fully automatic with the fuckin' K-9
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
As I double up my cup I represent the same signs
AK tottin', bloody knuckles, swisher lit
Just a white boy wit' a lip
Smoke that fucker with the clip
Talkin' about that same old shit
I'm fuckin' your bitch in the back of the whip
Got that cocaine laced up
I ain't even fuckin' laced up yet
Bitch boy aim with your fuckin' face
Try me mother fucker
Raised in the ghetto gutters
I ain't scared of no fucking case
187 killas creeping
Scarecrow leave you leakin'
Love to watch your body decompose
I can hear your momma weepin'
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
Fully automatic with the fuckin' K-9
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
As I double up my cup I represent the same signs
I Ain't saying that I did it but
Heard your little brother fuckin' bit it
Full of fucking slugs
I told you we was down to fuckin' split it
Got this torture in my barrel
I admit it
I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Told you I wouldn't hit it but
Hear me out
When you called her on the phone
I Heard your cryin' like a little bitch boy
Tell me 'bout that switch boy
This is what you get
This is what you deserve
Shout out to your momma that's that bitch I fuckin' serve
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
Fully automatic with the fuckin' K-9
Tryna feel something, yet feel nothing with the same line
As I double up my cup I represent the same signs
AK tottin', bloody knuckles, swisher lit
Just a white boy wit' a lip
Smoke that fucker with the clip
Talkin' about that same old shit
I'm fuckin' your bitch in the back of the whip
Got that cocaine laced up
I ain't even fuckin' laced up yet
Bitch boy aim with your fuckin' face
Try me mother fucker
Raised in the ghetto gutters
I ain't scared of no fucking case
187 killas creeping
Scarecrow leave you leakin'
Love to watch your body decompose
I can hear your momma weepin'
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Writer(s): 187 Killas
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