Anonymous
OBN Dev
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I'm doing all my crimes anonymous
I got a VPN i could pull up to the club
I'm underage but they gon' let me in
We gon' have to bring the choppa out of
State if shit get out of hand
I could go and get a fire piece
Today and make a couple bands
Don't nobody wanna buy from me
'cause they know I scam
I just hit the road with fire BINs
I'm linking up with Stan
Almost started shooting with my Glock
But it's another fan
I'm finna go and buy a money counter
I don't like my hands
Ayy, BIN fire, nah, for real
That's on God and 'em
Big shitting, big shitters 'round me
I'm with Tron and 'em
Walking in my closet
You done walked out the continent
Think I'm playing in the NHL
I'ma slide with sticks x on my back
Walk around like I'm a treasure map
Think he finna duck
We gon' hit him where his feathers at
Back in ninth grade Foamposites
Had the weather map
Glocky on us, bop sticks too
We don't ever lack
Since you riding foreign, I'ma pull up
Knock the off you bougie than a bitch
Might get buried in a Gucci coffin
We'll wrap him up, let it sing
Up the Toosii on him real life Tony
Fuck around and up the Uzi on him
Pushing EDDs, punching kicks at the same time
Linked up with Dev
Take the reader down to KY
Dee quarantined and just sent
Twenty over FaceTime
Thinking he a ape, 223 hit his BAPE side
I'ma walk in with debit cards
But they ain't mine
I'm scamming niggas, making music
Money at the same time
He got twenty dollars to his name
But throw up gang signs
I can spend a ten and make it
Back all in the same night
I know where I'm not supposed to be
So I got killers with me
I'll really play a rap nigga
Don't try to come and get off with me
They said the scam methods in a
Drought but I still got plenty
I just seen a broke-ass on
The ground tryna collect pennies
Chops and embossers in the trunk
I'm with OBN think he balling, huh
Send him up there with Kobe then
Made twenty off the Track2s
I just wrote me ten
Bitch chose 'cause I'm a ShittyBoy
I told her blow me then
Glock with a fifty drum
I could play some tennis with it
In a foreign playing with the cheese
Feel like a dentist with it
Lil' bro like Liu Kang with it
He like to finish niggas
OT tripping in a rental, bro just
Saks Fifth, Neiman's
Fucked around and I hit Blumen Dale
Explosive tips hit him in his head
We just sent dude to Hell
Flew here, not grew here
I got the zas through the mail
Woke up at 11: 59, I made two by 12
If he reach for the Hutch piece
He's a dead guy curbside pick-up
Me and Stan sitting at Best Buy
Three-five Sherblato gave me a head high
Green beam on it but we caught
Him at the red light