Ant Bands - Politicking

Run up on me worda gang you get clapped
He was talking on live and got shot in his back
Don't try to compete wit me why would you try
When i caught him in traffic that boy had to die
Lately don't fuck with the politicking
Your mans in my spliff that grabba kicking
I don't speak a lot but i do what i talk
If you spinning bareface better watch where you walk
You spin i spin, you link i link
Bad Bitch backdoor you get shot tryna jink
You can't line me up boy cause i don't even answer
Put that boy in the trunk asking his mama for ransom
You wasn't there for me so i got nothing for you
Niggas die everyday and you think shit is cool
Grew up around robbing and killing, it's not right how we living
Swear to god when i boom better move
Jungle turned me to a demon, couldn't shop at neiman
I'm not saying too much got nothing to prove
When your heart is racing and your body shaking
Better run until no tread on your shoes
Niggas know me i am not like the rest
Caught any opp he got shot in his chest
I'm not playing no more anybody get it
Sent him the drop never came but he read it nigga
Run up on me worda gang you get clapped
He was talking on live and got shot in his back
Don't try to compete wit me why would you try
When i caught him in traffic that boy had to die
Lately don't fuck with the politicking
Your mans in my spliff that grabba kicking
I don't speak a lot but i do what i talk
If you spinning bareface better watch where you walk
Don't try to run down on me pulling a fast one
Cause word to bands you end up like the last one
Mask on my face when i'm doing a crime
Got my mother at home she can't see me do time
My pockets was light so i'm chasing that bag
Nobody did shit im gonna jack what i jack
Really jumped off that porch and my hands really work
If i catch that lil' nigga he get put on a shirt
Fuck how you feel you can't chill wit us
See how they don't fuck with us
If you jacking it's beef time to rumble up
First one i see he get tussled up
Bands the label we really chasing that bag
I fuck with my woo's and i fuck with my hat's
Cant hang around me if you known as a rat
Lil' nigga ran and got shot in his back
I'm not hanging round niggas that ain't ready to ride
15 years old i ain't ready to die
If you talking on me don't be talking no lies
Steady dropping the rakes what the fuck is a shyne
'Red bands' break you up you ain't on shit
Caught him on the strip
Run into me you get shot wit ya bitch
You move like you tough you get shot in ya jits
I been itching to clap him, cops passed while we had him
I been feening to catch him, don't care im gonna whack him
You get shot up on any block
See what's rokkin if he throwing up the rock
Move hot
Ak on my shoulder like a boom box
New bitch everyday that's a new thot
I'm from Brooklyn really boom niggas, really shoot niggas
Yea it's shoot or get shot nigga
Run up on me worda gang you get clapped
He was talking on live and got shot in his back
Don't try to compete wit me why would you try
When i caught him in traffic that boy had to die
Lately don't fuck with the politicking
Your mans in my spliff that grabba kicking
I don't speak a lot but i do what i talk
If you spinning bareface better watch where you walk
I'm not wit the politicking
Said what's rokkin lil' nigga yea we rokking
Gun shots sound like he beatboxing
Pull out your phone and record like he tiktoking
You jack that you tough but what blocks is you spinning
I ain't grow up wit money now they mad that i'm winning
Trying to look hard he scared but he grinning
I swear to god life nothing but money and bitches
You say you want static, this shit could get tragic
Automatic, went missing like magic
I cant fuck with these niggas cause they really ratting
Get my name out your mouth n*gga you steady chatting
Got to stay wit the gang cause i cannot be lacking
Apeshit but i fuck with my crips what's cracking
Online he be throwing up sets what you jacking
Pull up on your block like nigga what happened

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Ant Bands

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