THE ANTHEM ft. NSA NARI Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, you already know how we rockin' nigga

NSA, bitch

Big NSA, nigga

Boy steady talkin' out his neck, tell him stop it

Said he gon' do somethin' to me, Yeah I doubt it

Slide out on this block with chopsticks, get to choppin

Call me if you want a nigga gone, I need a profit

Darmand said that we up next

Bitch it's NSA, we the fuckin' best

I ain't worried bout no nigga that's only sendin' threats

Put some flames to his head like he Johnny Tess, nigga

Hit his outfit, a bag squad bag Member call me when the drought hit

Thought I lost my last mushrooms, but I found it

Last nigga play with us, he somewhere near a fountain, nigga

Thank God they found that nigga

I don't play no disrespect

The guys comin, that's your ass

Put a nigga in the wood, all my life that shit was trash

I mean gas, walk a nigga down, we did it with no mask

He ain't have to see us comin' cause them bullets flyin' fast, nigga

Yup

In my white tee, her nigga wanna fight me

I fucked her in some white sneaks, she bent it over icy

Buddy think he Spike Lee, he better do the right thing

His niggas keep on hypin', that lil' shit not exciting

Boy steady talkin' out his neck, tell him stop it

Said he gon' do somethin' to me, Yeah I doubt it

Slide out on this block with chopsticks, get to choppin

Call me if you want a nigga gone, I need a profit

Darmand said that we up next

Bitch it's NSA, we the fuckin' best

I ain't worried bout no nigga that's only sendin' threats

Put some flames to his head like he Johnny Tess, nigga

Cant be fucked wit

A nigga talkin' bout doin' somethin' to me, pick his headstone

Ain't no biggie, but a nigga know he dead wrong

You ain't know I got more stripes than on shell toes

Pussies catch a case and get to bendin' like elbows

Oh ouuuuuuu

He the type to go and tell bones

I'm the type of nigga that'll have you killed

Give, cuz a round of applause cause I clap for real

Them boys done juiced that nigga up, I guess he packin' steel

Even if I did, had no hands, I'd probably clap you still

Rub, my dick across your bitch lips, I'm like blistex

Dropped your man's two years ago, still no get back

Bro, a drop a body in real life, ask bout ripzag

Know a nigga will rob you for your jewels without the chit-chat

Swear to God, cuz, good with aim, he'll gun you down

Kill a nigga, get straight to the point, not with the runaround

Took that bullshit clip up off my gun and stuffed a hundred rounds

If you scared to go up on a drill, stay the fuck around