Anti
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wah, bah, wah, yeah
It's off with the brain yeah, Think it's insane yeah
I be sick in bed
Pretending that I'm sick
Hypochondriac
So you can suck my
When I say I ain't coming out nah I ain't coming out
I be forf forf forf forfin 'til the sun is out
That's word to the dojo fam man I ain't coming out
That's word my moms them man I ain't coming out
I'm Anti-social
Anti-maccin'
Anti-antics
Anti-climatic
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-human
Antidote
Anti-fascist
Anti-fashion
Anti, Anti
Pull up to the function like what up bitch
I ain't got to!
Sometimes I hate myself
So why do you fuck with me?
Pan right pan left then center
Oh it's anxiety
That's my anxiety
Everybody waiting on me
I'm just waiting on myself
Write me off
me up with the drugs
Plug me up to the plug
Self care self aware
Real slime real slug
Ill face no pug
Straight face no mug
Straight face no mug!
I can't stand you niggas
Stay inviting me out
Know you do it for the clout
With my name in ya mouth
That's MY name spit it out
That's MY name spit it out
That's MY name spit it out
Say it three times like beetle-juice
Maybe then I'll show up
Nah I'm never showing up
Real chirp real chuck
Bitch shut the fuck up
Fed up, good luck
I know like you know like we know
I'm Anti-social
Anti-maccin'
Anti-antics
Anti-climatic
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-human
Antidote
Anti-fascist
Anti-fashion
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-social
Anti-maccin
Anti-antics
Anti-climatic
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-human
Antidote
Anti-fascist
Anti-fashion
Anti, Anti
Way too much shit in my brain
Fuck it I'll try to explain
Life's such a fucking enigma
And I just be strolling no sigma
Homie he's a walking paradox
So I whispered who the fucks not
Not gon' be known for stuffin stiff cocks into this box
But um nice wrist watch
You don't tell time with it don't cha?
I got a time limit hold up
I associate with criminals
What rhymes? Costa nostra?
So let's get straight to the issue
I got me some daddy issues
You know that I'm straight hold the tissues
Well, see
I be manifesting everything I'm blessed with
I assess my full potential I'm the best thing
You know that it's testing testing testing
Testing one, two, three
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Y'all niggas ain't real OG's
They try to dap me up like they mans
Then chat behind my back like I'm they friend
These Bitches want the clout so they pretend
These Bitches want the clout so they pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wah, bah, wah, yeah
It's off with the brain yeah, Think it's insane yeah
I be sick in bed
Pretending that I'm sick
Hypochondriac
So you can suck my
When I say I ain't coming out nah I ain't coming out
I be forf forf forf forfin 'til the sun is out
That's word to the dojo fam man I ain't coming out
That's word my moms them man I ain't coming out
I'm Anti-social
Anti-maccin'
Anti-antics
Anti-climatic
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-human
Antidote
Anti-fascist
Anti-fashion
Anti, Anti
Pull up to the function like what up bitch
I ain't got to!
Sometimes I hate myself
So why do you fuck with me?
Pan right pan left then center
Oh it's anxiety
That's my anxiety
Everybody waiting on me
I'm just waiting on myself
Write me off
me up with the drugs
Plug me up to the plug
Self care self aware
Real slime real slug
Ill face no pug
Straight face no mug
Straight face no mug!
I can't stand you niggas
Stay inviting me out
Know you do it for the clout
With my name in ya mouth
That's MY name spit it out
That's MY name spit it out
That's MY name spit it out
Say it three times like beetle-juice
Maybe then I'll show up
Nah I'm never showing up
Real chirp real chuck
Bitch shut the fuck up
Fed up, good luck
I know like you know like we know
I'm Anti-social
Anti-maccin'
Anti-antics
Anti-climatic
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-human
Antidote
Anti-fascist
Anti-fashion
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-social
Anti-maccin
Anti-antics
Anti-climatic
Anti, Anti
I'm Anti-human
Antidote
Anti-fascist
Anti-fashion
Anti, Anti
Way too much shit in my brain
Fuck it I'll try to explain
Life's such a fucking enigma
And I just be strolling no sigma
Homie he's a walking paradox
So I whispered who the fucks not
Not gon' be known for stuffin stiff cocks into this box
But um nice wrist watch
You don't tell time with it don't cha?
I got a time limit hold up
I associate with criminals
What rhymes? Costa nostra?
So let's get straight to the issue
I got me some daddy issues
You know that I'm straight hold the tissues
Well, see
I be manifesting everything I'm blessed with
I assess my full potential I'm the best thing
You know that it's testing testing testing
Testing one, two, three
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Y'all niggas ain't real OG's
They try to dap me up like they mans
Then chat behind my back like I'm they friend
These Bitches want the clout so they pretend
These Bitches want the clout so they pretend
Credits
Writer(s): Raquella George
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