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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fucked, 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 fuck, unless you let my twin fuck

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

Fucked 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