Anti-Hero (feat. Lil Tecca)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

I ain't no hero, I guess I'm a villian

I got the kilo, I stretch it, I bend it

She got the pre-roll, I snatch it, I lit it

I got an ego on sex and she get it

Fuck her in public, that's sex in the city

Bust me a nut, then step back, hit my gritty

On an opp, I roll up like a pack of that sticky

If an opp try to run, hit his back up like Ricky (blat)

All of my guns hold a hundred

Blunt full of gas, all my cars motor runnin'

All y'all boys know runnin'

Real pimp shit, turn all y'all hoes into money

All y'all owe me some money

Rich nigga, still kill, all y'all owe me some money

Wake up, taped up, I turn all y'all boys into mummies

I ain't no hero, but I'm still a legend

I go from zero to 187

I feel like Tebow, I'm ballin' forever

I feel like Reno, I bust with the Desert

I keep me a kilo on top of my dresser

I fuck me a freak ho on top of my dresser, yeah

Eat the ho out and digest her, yeah

Keep the ho out of my dresser

I ain't no hero, but I'm still a legend

I go from zero to AK-47

I'm a carpedo, you follow directions

It's murder she wrote in capital letters

I put the dreams in the bag and I sell 'em

Feel like Magneto, bang bang with this with metal

I got machine guns, my matchin' machetes

I ain't no hero, I guess I'm the villain

I ain't a hero, but I'm still a villian (yeah)

I got some hundreds that's stuck to the ceiling (yeah)

Hop on the beat, and I'm causin' a killin' (yeah)

I'm with the squad, they don't care 'bout your feelings (no)

Tunechi just sent it, he said, "Tecca, kill it"

I be worried 'bout Benji's, I'm worried 'bout digits

If I step on your block, then we spinnin' like fidgets

Better watch out, they hoppin' right up out the Civic

Two-tone bag, I'm steady winnin', oh you so mad

She givin' top and my phone on flash

I'm in some shit they ain't know about yet

Heard she a thot, I don't know about that

Movin' funny, how I go about that?

Watch your back, I don't know about that

Never lack, we ain't goin' outside, yeah

Better just mind your business, yeah

Quiet around here, no visits, yeah

She fell in love, how I'm livin', yeah

I ain't a hero, but I'm still a villian, yeah

Hundreds, they stuck to the ceiling, yeah

Broken, I cannot heal it, yeah

Stolen, I do not feel it, yeah

Know that I'm in the building, yeah

I ain't no hero, I guess I'm a villian

I got the kilo, I stretch it, I bend it

She got the pre-roll, I snatch it, I lit it

I got an ego on sex and she get it

Fuck her in public, that's sex in the city

Bust me a nut, then step back, hit my gritty

On an opp, I roll up like a pack of that sticky

If an opp try to run, hit his back up like Ricky (blat)

All of my guns hold a hundred

Blunt full of gas, all my cars motor runnin'

All y'all boys know runnin'

Real pimp shit, turn all y'all hoes into money

All y'all owe me some money

Rich nigga, still kill, all y'all owe me some money

Wake up, taped up, I turn all y'all boys into mummies

I ain't no hero, but I'm still a legend

I go from zero to AK-47

I'm a carpedo, you follow directions

It's murder she wrote in capital letters

I put the dreams in the bag and I sell 'em

Feel like Magneto, bang bang with this with metal

I got machine guns, my matchin' machetes

I ain't no hero, I guess I'm the villain

I ain't a hero, but I'm still a villian (yeah)

I got some hundreds that's stuck to the ceiling (yeah)

Hop on the beat, and I'm causin' a killin' (yeah)

I'm with the squad, they don't care 'bout your feelings (no)

Tunechi just sent it, he said, "Tecca, kill it"

I be worried 'bout Benji's, I'm worried 'bout digits

If I step on your block, then we spinnin' like fidgets

Better watch out, they hoppin' right out by that Civic (bitch)