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Lyrify.me

Bob Stone by Anthony 1999 Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Hook: Anthony 1999]
Real crib coppin’, money poppin’
Gettin’ to the rack ass nigga
All this clout, fans, stans, bands
I ain’t gotta pay no killer
They do it for free
Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks
They ask for the boss, they sending in me
We knockin’ em’ off, OG with the beep
Shorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key

[Verse: Anthony 1999]
You talk about it, but never go through with it
My bitch she thick, but I hate the foolishness
This nigga broke, like “what I’ma do with this?”
Throw me that ass!, I know what to do with it
Hammer and nails
My niggas be bootin’ it
Givin’ em hell, these niggas ain’t doing it
The choppa Adele, it’s singing
We true to this
Rap shit is my bitch, in bed I be spooning it
Uh
Mounted up (Yea, bitch!)
Say my name on stage, it get em’ rounded up
(rounded up!)
Banging Heinz, bloods, crips, around with us
(crip, crip!)
Pick your poison nigga, FN rounds from us

All these bitches stuck up (facts!)
I’m a muthafucka (bitch!)
I speak facts, niggas whack
All these niggas sucka’s (yea!)
All these bitches love us
We don’t talk on covers (nah)
99’ got a 9
Bust a nigga mother

[Hook: Anthony 1999]
Real crib coppin’, money poppin’
Gettin’ to the rack ass nigga
All this clout, fans, stans, bands
I ain’t gotta pay no killer
They do it for free
Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks
They ask for the boss, they sending in me
We knockin’ em’ off, OG with the beep
Shorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key
[Verse: Suskingbrad]
Bad lil bitch
Suck me up with the roof down
Bad lil bitch
Suck me up with no tooth now
If a nigga runnin’ that's a muthafuckin’ man down
Niggas totin’ weapons, bet I make a nigga stand down

Nut on her face, that's why all these bitches love me
And she call me Brad when I put it in her tummy
Niggas acting stupid, I will turn yo ass to mummy
Catch me feeling booted when I pull up to the function

Fuck on yo bitch!
For a bag and a day trip
These niggas look boring, boy you look like a Jake, bitch
Should I drive the foreign when we pull up to the lake?, bitch
Made her throw it back but I told her I can't claim it

[Hook: Anthony 1999]
Real crib coppin’, money poppin’
Gettin’ to the rack ass nigga
All this clout, fans, stans, bands
I ain’t gotta pay no killer
They do it for free
Got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks
They ask for the boss, they sending in me
We knockin’ em’ off, OG with the beep
Shorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key