Side Chick

(Hook)
She keep on servin' me up, she want the right tip
We get together, 'n get off...after the night shift
Baby girl, you ain't in love you just like dick
So why you actin' like the main, you the side chick!

[Verse 1: Anthony Ryan]
Aww shit, God damn, here we go again
Mr. Ryan throwin' heat, Nolan, flow again!
Sorry Mama this the only plan I ever had
To give my gift to the present with some better wrap
Kick drum, bass punch
Shit that make your face scrunch
All my verses poisonous...32 toxic waste dumps
Givin' some game to Naismith
How he gon' replace him?!
All my haters bitter, hella angry like they Plankton
They can't get the recipe for shit that I've been makin'
Now they actin' Krabby bout they cash and the bankin'
Call up your makeup supplier, tell them ladies "Face it."
Cause the base on they face lookin' basic
She love the way I drive, ride stick like a pogo
Screamin' "Eaastsiide", Jerry West on the logo
No amateur wit ice game, Apollo goin' "O NO"
Honey I'm the one, 2-3, four loko!
Turn up and smash, she know I'm tryna fuck
Cause baby I ain't buzzed, girl I'm spring break drunk
Means I'm all the way up, I'm all the way fucked
So we gon' knock boots or you all the way stuck
You can find a ride home or you can give some nice dome
Fuck it baby, you trippin' good luck to you hit my phone
Yet ever since I left all you do is write songs
Tell your best friend she wrong, Anthony the right one

(transition)
K. Now I gave your homegirl somethin' she could dance to
And I ain't even have to pull out all the bands boo
Swear I'm gettin' high, gettin' head, boy I'm blown like the candle
You just say I'm short fuse, Mugsey Bogues handle...

(Hook extended)
She keep on servin' me up, she want the right tip
We get together, 'n get off...after the night shift
Baby girl, you ain't in love you just like dick
So why you actin' like the main, you the side chick!
Ay, ay, said you the side chick
Why you actin' like the main, you the side chick. ay, ay
Said you the side chick, so don't be blowin' up my phone you the side chick, whoa!
Ay, you the side chick, don't be comin' to my home you the side chick, ay, ay, you the side chick
So why you actin' like the main?!

[Verse 2: Anthony Ryan]
Chick it's Mr. Kiss Medusa, now my snake rock hard
Tryna get the trick to lick tip of a great rockstar
She a real headbanger, swear to god the head bangin'
Ass is, heavy as Anthrax, but she calls the kid Slayer
Bumpin' Queen and Zeppelin, Dream Theater and Iced Earth
Still Wale and Big Sean with this mother fuckin' slight work
You don't wanna get it, you don't wanna hear me when I'm on
All my closest homies know that Anthony's an Atom bomb!
Don Vito, The Rhyme Leader
Who you save that pussy for? Heard you got that bomb PITA
Ain't nobody else around, why your town An-drom-eda(Andromeda)
Let me hit shorty, stop. Got that young Jeter
I just tripled for the cycle in the bottom of the 9th
It's like Pippen next to Michael, I'm just sicker with the Mic
Know that I'm willin' to die for all the lyrics that I write
So homie, hope you brought the rifle and some spirit with the ice like...
Whoa! No way
How long he gon' flow? All day
Where your girl about to go?! Both ways
Why the homie so cold? Shits cray, believe me

(Hook)

[Verse 3: J Tommy]