Curb Stomp

Verse 1

Reach to the block

Anita Max Wynn for the pockets

I'm floatin' high when the pie's on the stove

Smell the aroma

Floating sideways

Nize it you wasteman

Preeing the 6ix through a pink telescope

Golly gosh

Two twos my word I'm the biggest

Cronem got links with the crodie

Honk-shoo

Slept with the nightcap on

Teddy bear hugged

Say word you marved for the clout

Gwan with the noise

Wallahi I'm top of the charts

Stomp my feet

Cross my arms

You're a bucktee miskeen

Gerber baby

I need a max win

Anita Max Wynn

Anita Max Wynn

Verse 2

I see the games the moderators play behind the scenes

The treblo puppets picking pockets trying to mute my dreams

You privated the vision

Calculated division

Stifling a genius 'cause you're terrified of high precision

Scrub the metadata

Think you're God with a ban hammer

Silencing the product of a triple-threat street planner

Sensitive souls in a sillicon valley basement

Hiding real talent

Total replacement

I'm the arkuhtect

You're the janitor

Deleting the king from the monitor

Keep that same energy when the server crashes

Turning your little forum to ashes

Personal vendettas

Woven into code

Watch the way I ruin your mode

Pathetic little kings of a dead domain

Dying to bury the names

I'm a titan in the booth

You're a coward in the truth

Eat the resentment

Living in your head without a lease

Watch me dismantle your peace

Post-Chorus

Ding ding

Jackpot

Hitting the big one

Lucky bells ringing

Anita Max Wynn

Nyeah eh

Say word

Oh golly

We up now

Winning like a boss

Honk-shoo

Golly

Maximum winnings

Anita Max Wynn

Anita Max Wynn