Anthem ft. Ca$h Lyrics

Six, five, four, three, two, one

You think you know me

I send them killers, call me Charles Manson

I took his bitch and I held her for ransom

Shot at his ass and he turned to a dancer

I kill these niggas like cancer

Had to turn up cause I needed a anthem

I'm O.T. Air BnB me a mansion

Hittin' the POV whipped out the camera

Don't know me but she a fan so she chanced it

She said that she ain't a freak, I ain't buyin' it

These hoes is for anything, why you lyin' bitch

I let her gag on me, she started cryin' quick

Run up on me and I'm pullin' that iron, bitch

Off four things, yeah, I know you ain't high as this

Clothes made by me, yeah, I know you ain't fly as this

Off four things, yeah, I know you ain't high as this

Clothes made by me, yeah, I know you ain't fly as this

I walk up in Saks, you know that im buying shit

Watch how you move, I'm blowin' that iron quick

I got a 30, it came with a rubber grip

Pussy nigga, watch your lip

I'm round the Commons, catch me on the rip

Post it up with 2-swift

Watch how you move, I'm quick off the hip

Pussy niggas better not slip

Dis off the dome, I don't write shit

And I keep me a pipe, bitch

No, I'm not gon' fight, bitch

I'm sendin' you up like a kite, bitch

And I'm in my lane, I'm switchin'

Keep gettin' caught up with niggas' bitches

Eli, he keep extensions

And Nuka gon' slide with him

I drop a bag on your ass them niggas come and get you

I swear to God, nigga, we slide with dirty pistols

I know I'm goin' to hell because of his sales and my Christians

And if I call a hit, they know not to leave a witness

Bang bang