The Antisocial Social Experiment
I don't wanna fuckin talk
So there's no need for you to stalk cuz
I'm just tryna get some rest nigga
Get this weight up off my chest nigga
Miss me with that test nigga
You don't want the stress nigga
I cannot fucking stress enough
You fuckin with the best nigga
When I take your girl don't take offense
She just don't got that good defense
But in her defense
She was on the fence about taking this D
But lookin at me, How could she resist?
Drove to hole with no assist
Shot my shot but I missed and then I dipped
Sike naw I bit her clit and
Gave her the dick
Pipe in her throat got her sick
Got her gagging like I popped a zit
Got her shaggin tryna reach my balls
Got me dragon dick all over her walls
Got her dragging bags all over the mall
I told her she could have it all
Only go to the mall so I can ball
I know that's real pretentious
And I know I want attention
But I've been shitted on my whole life
Just in case I forget to mention
That fucked up my mental
Shit was detrimental
So I had to tell myself that I really was that nigga
Now you you ain't the shit and neither was that nigga
So I'm decked out in Supreme
And I'm banging on my chest
And my club above the rest
And we gave Stüssy a rest
Turning flannels into vests
But we don't fear God
You better lower yourself
You're not near God
So there's no need for you to stalk cuz
I'm just tryna get some rest nigga
Get this weight up off my chest nigga
Miss me with that test nigga
You don't want the stress nigga
I cannot fucking stress enough
You fuckin with the best nigga
When I take your girl don't take offense
She just don't got that good defense
But in her defense
She was on the fence about taking this D
But lookin at me, How could she resist?
Drove to hole with no assist
Shot my shot but I missed and then I dipped
Sike naw I bit her clit and
Gave her the dick
Pipe in her throat got her sick
Got her gagging like I popped a zit
Got her shaggin tryna reach my balls
Got me dragon dick all over her walls
Got her dragging bags all over the mall
I told her she could have it all
Only go to the mall so I can ball
I know that's real pretentious
And I know I want attention
But I've been shitted on my whole life
Just in case I forget to mention
That fucked up my mental
Shit was detrimental
So I had to tell myself that I really was that nigga
Now you you ain't the shit and neither was that nigga
So I'm decked out in Supreme
And I'm banging on my chest
And my club above the rest
And we gave Stüssy a rest
Turning flannels into vests
But we don't fear God
You better lower yourself
You're not near God
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Writer(s): Armand Rome
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