Got Ana

[Verse]
Spittin’ fire, female locsta
Keyboard imposter
Spinnin’ the gun, no jam when I blast ya
No where to coast to
A murder devotion
I'm under pressure
Devil on my back, so
Yeah come correct and uh
Creepin’ in through the scene and obscene
I'm mean, I’m rapping like no other
No provokes a quien no conoces
Entonces en cuanto menciones mi nombre
Descansas en paz
Paso por ay, por la noche
I be scopin’
Down at your block
Trucha, escuchas
A reloading clip
Off of my hip
Point that, she dips
Breaking her ribs, hit the switch
The caprice with the rims, volatile or get hit
Get these bitches real sick
I know I’ll get the bitch
‘Bout to drive in her street
Medicated, born to die in this heat
Ride through, four fat cigarillos in
Knife out, blood out 6 inches in
Still high, snortin’ lines
Bitch delicate
I break her off quick in sec
Ima check
Chew her ass right up, tum medicine
Who you think ‘bout to fool?
Got the tool by my side
That's the mothafuckin’ nine packed
On attack
On a hunt for a jack
‘Cause I’m really ‘bout to do all that
That's your life, on the map
I ain't sad, I go mad on these silly lil’ scene rats
Always keep it with the ski mask
Fighting back, all the time
Tread ‘em back
Never gonna let ‘em pass
Run it back
On the rise, can no busta fuck with that