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Antisocial 2

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I'ma tell y'all what I said, bro, he's versatile

He's most likely to fully blow up, very fast

And very soon because he's versatile

Um, he can do anything on any beat, bro

Yeah, yeah, woah, woah

I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin finna blow me a bag up in Louis then go cop a crib on the North side

1500, that's the gang, no, I can not switch on my brothers lil' bro, stay on your side

Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, she says that Santana not human, of course not

We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, and if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot

Shawty said, "Tana, you socially anti?" and I told her, "No, girl, I'm antisocial"

I-I-I-I-I don't like being 'round people sometimes, so the public keep sayin' I'm anti-local

Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet like every time that she hear my vocals

Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 'til that chopper start jammin', it's over

She say that she from Jamaica, so I switch up for a second and put on the bongos

I feel like Dami 'cause I take your shawty and put in that work, I ain't talkin' trabajo

If he want smoke then we light up his Honda Civic like that boy had a ride through Chicago

He talkin' down so I call up my brothers to shoot that lil' boy with the whole semi-auto

I-I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis then go cop a crib on the North side

1500, that's the gang, no, I can not switch on my brothers lil' bro, stay on your side

Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, she says that Santana not human, of course not

We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, and if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot

Shawty said, "Tana, you socially anti?" and I told her, "No, girl, I'm antisocial"

I-I-I-I-I don't like being 'round people sometimes, so the public keep sayin' I'm anti-local

Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet like every time that she hear my vocals

Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 'til that chopper start jammin', it's over

Don't make me bring out Dakota

You talkin' down, but you don't wanna go there

Pull up to your block, and we don't see you nowhere

We make him lean like we pourin' a four here

Chopper singin', Billie, no Eilish

Bullets so hot that they knock off his eyelash

You're an an opp nigga, we do not like that

You textin' me, lil' ho, I do not write back

I'm really playin' that ho like a P4

My niggas shootin' your ass like a free throw

I'm at the crib, and I'm wearin' a mink coat

How many hoes, nigga? I got like cinco

That ho be textin' my phone askin' me if I love her, and I had to tell her "I think so"

Man, I got so many sons, so I feel like Mufasa, but no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mingo

My niggas still finna play with the gadgets, if you talkin' down then we slide with the ratchet

S-S-Santana stay with a Lil Uzi, and no, I ain't talkin' 'bout brand "New Patek"

Can't fuck with that lame ass boy, he just be cappin', he just be ready to panic

I ain't never ran track, but 600 hopped on the track and the motherfuckin' ran it

I got a new ho out of the country, she just be talkin' to me in Spanish

They finna think that it's World War II by the 1500 gon' slide with cannon

I-I-I really don't be doin' shit to these niggas, but just let me talk, and I'll still do damage

My new shooter got a stunner, but he finna w-w-wet his ass up like a salmon

I got the bands, nigga, you countin' pennies

I'm gettin' racks, nigga, I'm gettin' many

It's been a minute since me and gang linked up

Give 'em a call, and we eat out at Beni's

We finna eat out at lil' Benihana

Open the crib and say "Hey" to his mama

Shout out lil' Autumn, but all of my niggas they been gettin money, hakuna matata

Haha, ha, yeah

Me and my gang, you know we on the come up

Call up lil' Dami, he gon' get you done up

Poppin' this molly 'til the fuckin' sun up

You want a feature? It'll be like 200

Told myself I was gon' blow then I did it

Two bullets sit on your head like a fitted

Can't fuck with you, know that shit is just business

Yeah, yeah-heh, okay, yeah-heh

We gon' pull up in that Masi' yeah, hope I don't crash yeah

Call up lil' Tana, we slide with the chopper, we know that shit finna blast, yeah

She just wan' fuck with me, now she wan' suck on me 'cause she see me gettin' bands, yeah

Know that shit finna get a lil' technical

Red dot, you know that we aim with the reticle

I got your bitch at my crib, and she ridin' my dick, and I know that you is a lil' sceptical

Pour up the lean, and I drink a lil' chemical

She act a lil' crazy, think she popped and edible

Watch the money pilin' up, it pilin' up, it pilin' up, and put a period, decimal

Me and Slump linked up in NYC

Shoot that lil' boy, he gon' D-I-E

Pick up the phone, and I call up Dakota

Put my hands on her neck just like a choker

Your bitch, she ugly, she look like a joker

Tallied this money like we playin' poker

Bands so wet, man, I had to just soak up

My bitch a nina, she love when I tote her

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah (One and only)

Yeah, oh yeah, yeah (Man, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins? oh-oh)

Yeah, yeah (Oh, oh)

Yeah, oh yeah (Oh,oh)

Yeah, oh yeah (Oh, oh)

Yeah, oh yeah (Oh-oh, oh)

That 40 pop him in his noggin, now he wanna play, we crack him like an egg

Run in his house with that G19 on my hip, w-we finna leave him for dead

The choppa gon' flip him like Gabby or maybe a Patek, but you know we aim for the head

We ride with the smoke, this AR gon' pop him, if he talkin' crazy, we fill him with lead

He said that he want the smoke, so you know that I gave him the smoke like a lighter, yeah

40 gon' punch you like Tyson, but I will not touch you, I am not a fighter, yeah

Keep it a hundread, you don't gotta cap with me, baby, you know you a liar, yeah

I'm in the front of the 'Vette with lil' Fazo and you know we burning them tires, yeah

1500, that's forever, if you talkin' crazy, know I'm uppin' fire'

I'm in the new Hellcat with the gango whole gang drippin', I don't know who flyer

Gas got me on slo-mo, and I know that I'm a lil' tired

That boy said he was cool, but we know he a rat 'cause he wearing a wire, yeah

When you needed me the most

I was there

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But when I needed you

You were nowhere to be found

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I had so much love that was just there

Building up for you

And you left me in the dust

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You made me look like a fool

All the embarrassing videos and pictures of us together

I thought it would never end

But look at us now

No longer in contact

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I love you

I'll see you soon

And with that being said

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Hit from the back like (Yeah)

H-h-hittin' your bitch, make her cum right (Yeah)

He talkin' shit, see the sunlight (Hey)

He tried to run up, he see this (Yeah)

I-I-I got too many hoes up on my line for me, take off a bitch and that bitch ain't the (Kind)

I could've really gave this ho the whole world, but she fucked it up with that bitch and the (Lyin')

Hop in the Trackhawk, this bitch is a push start

I-I-I'm sippin' lean with your bitch, sippin' Wockhardt

Hard from the 'gram, but you pussy, you not hard

Fuckin' your thot, smokin' dope, I'm a (Rockstar)

Roll up a 'Wood, made me rolling lumber

And that bitch (Yeah) kinda fine, I'ma get her number

I'ma cheat on this ho 'cause I don't care

I'm like six bodies up, I can't use no rubber