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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

(F**k goin' on, Maajins?)

Yeah, yeah, woah, woah

Yeah, yeah, woah, woah

Yeah, yeah, woah, woah

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 cannot switch on my brothers

Lil' bro, stay on your side

Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language

She say 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 it 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'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 cannot switch on my brothers

Lil' bro, stay on your side

Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language

She say 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 (One and Only)

We make him lean like we pourin' a four here (man, what the f**k goin' on, Maajins?)

Chopper singin', Billie, no Eilish

Bullets so hot that they knocked off his eyelash

You is an opp n**a, 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 h**s, n**a? 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 f**k 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 he 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 way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon

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 stutter

But he finna w-w-wet his ass up like a salmon

I got the bands, n**a, you countin' pennies

I'm gettin' racks, n**a, 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, yeah)

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

Call up lil' Dami, he gon' get you done up (One and Only)

Poppin' this molly 'til the f**n' sun up (man, what the f**k goin' on, Maajins?)

You want a feature? It'll be like two hunnid

Told myself I was gon' blow then I did it

Two bullets sit on your head like a fitted

Can't f**k with you, know that that shit is just business (yeah-yeah)

Yeah, okay, yeah

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 that shit finna blast, yeah

She just wan' f**k with me, now she wan' suck on me

'Cause she see me gettin' bands, yeah

Know that this shit finna get a lil' technical

Red dot, you know that we aim with the reticle

I got your b**h at my crib, and she ridin' my d**k

And I know that you is a lil' skeptical

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

She act a lil' crazy, think she popped an 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 a her neck just like a choker

Your b**h, 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 b**h a nina, she love when I tote her

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah (One and Only)

Yeah, oh yeah (Man, what the f**k 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 hunnid, you don't gotta cap to me

Baby, you know you a liar, yeah

I'm in the front of the 'Vette with lil' Fazo

And you know we burnin' them tires, yeah

1500, that's forever

If you talkin' crazy, know I'm uppin' fire' (One and Only)

I'm in the new Hellcat with the gango

Whole gang drippin', I don't know who flyer (man, what the f**k goin' on, Maajins?)

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 wearin' a wire, yeah

When you needed me the most, I was there, untitled

But when I needed you, you were nowhere to be found, untitled

I had so much love that was just there

Building up for you, and you left me in the dust, untitled

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, untitled

I love you, I'll see you soon

And with that being said, untitled

Hit from the back like (yeah)

H-h-hittin' your b**h, 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 h**s up on my line for me

Take off a b**h and that b**h ain't the (kind)

I could've really gave this ho the whole world

But she f**d it up with that b**h and the (lyin')

Hop in the Trackhawk, this b**h is a push-start

I-I-I'm sippin' lean with your b**h, sippin' Wockhardt

Hard for the 'Gram, but you p**y, you not hard

F**n' your thot, smokin' dope, I'm a Rockstar

Roll up a 'Wood, made me rollin' lumber

And that b**h 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

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 cannot switch on my brothers

Lil' bro, stay on your side

Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language

She say 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

And how old is he doing this, bro?

How old is he doing this, bro?

He's doing this at the age of four

Nah, I don't think y'all hear me, bro

At the age of fourteen

He's better than a lot of underground rappers right now

At fourteen, at fourteen

Actually, I'ma keep it a buck, some mainstream rappers

Like, I'm tryna, like I'm telling y'all right now

Y'all better hop on the wave, bro

Soon, it might be too late

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