Anime Phonk ft. Sivade Lyrics

Who said they fucking with King and the B

Bow down and kiss the ring

All you niggas see defeat

I make your army retreat

Steppin to me

I do not think there's a possible way that you niggas can beat

Me or the C-A double L O-N

When we both wanna pick up that pen

Duda aduda don't get slapped by a nigga like me

We spit that real sugar honey iced tea

What you call a win I call a light breeze

Come get your bitch shit all over my jeans

Yo mom tryna fuck with the anime Wu-Tang

And for the Rumble World I be planning a few things

And when the money call I pick up like you rang

Got the cheat code but I'm playing a new game

I hate that I'm forced to be slapping the crap

Out a nigga who be cap in his rap

Every time I come around niggas act like they can't breathe

Yeah they having an asthma attack

Niggas get real insecure when they hear my verse

That's why I go last on the track

It's really cause I spaz when I snap on this freestyle shit

They ain't want me to tap into that

But I did ho yeah I really really did hoe

Get your Lil Jon on and get low

Gotta be the FEDs what the fuck you want 10 for

Silk Sonic cause I'm smoking out the window

Milf on it and I'm sucking on your nipple

Still got it and the money need to get more

Real honest I'm a nigga with the wins hoe

And I'm gonna switch up like Nintendo

Never switch up on my Kinfolk

All of us stuffing our billfolds

Step in stopping my steal toes

Each new drop a crescendo uh

Anime phonk

Lurnt up Im a savant

Zenned out feel like a monk

King Tut give me my Ank

All day you gon' let a God rein

Blow a bit of chump change on a chomp chain

Put you on game our skills ain't the same

Our bills ain't the same

My quill hit the page and dilligents pays

Ain't feeling my face bitch I go dumb like a baka

New school shove you in lockers

Sole of my shoe was the product

Things that I do for a dollar ha

Cash ruin everything around me

Classroom looking like county

Bebop here for the bounty

Size thirteen I got clown feet

And we going up on a downbeat uh

Married to the game you and I match

Me and my bitch got a suicide pact

I'm killing myself

Wake up step to the mic

I'm feeling my wealth uh huh

Still in my realm

Now I'm woke my soul got knowledge of self for uh huh

I'm finna ball like Delta uh

Left so Health Skeltah huh

I got a ill mind

Couple of late nights kicking it Hillside

Shit gettin spooky and eerie as still nights

Lately my rhyme book more like a field guide uh

Rappers almanac got your back

Now that's a solum act

Life a bitch that I'm about to saw in half

Frantic in fact I'm a hypochondriac

I give a fuck what they all react

All of them biased

I gotta kill them with kindness

Every verse I'm the nicest

Real ain't no gimmick it's wrote on my license

Ooh B

Callon B

Sivade

GYB

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