Antisocial

Ayy ayy ayy

Anti social i cant even go to parties huh
I'd rather sit up in my head and think about raris huh
Some people think that im weird Some think im gnarly huh
If its in relation to some money never tardy huh
She too boujee i cant fuck with no barbie
Ask if i loved her and i told her only partly
I get straight to my bread like its arbys
If a bitch crying i could never say im sorry

Niggas fake niggas snakes had to learn that
Niggas spoiled then a bitch i had to earn that
Bitch im heating up the booth like a thermostat
Chicken syrup fly as a eagle you a hermit crab
But i come from underground like a worm in fact
Even though y'all running from the truth yall not burning fat
I get straight to the point cause my flirting wack
And i aint scared of no nigga Shoutout bernie mac
You get 25 percent shoutout d rose
All about my bread i dont even got an ego
I cant even talk i just dig myself a deep hole
I raced a nigga who cant walk
I ain't no hero
But im kinda nice
I guess that im a villain
Money stacking high parallel to the ceiling
You with me all the way or it's fuck how you feeling
The closest ones straight until they true colors start spilling
When i was younger thought i dreamed for a lot
High school house i wanted
People at school got
You dont got no hoes
Boy you mess with the school thot
I knew it would be haters
Now im looking like who's not
And that's when you know you on top
When everybody hating
But they still gonna watch
When everybody hating
But they still gonna stalk
See everybody hate me and i barely even talk

Anti social i cant even go to parties huh
I'd rather sit up in my head and think about raris huh
Some people think that im weird Some think im gnarly huh
If its in relation to some money never tardy huh
She too boujee i cant fuck with no barbie
Ask if i loved her and i told her only partly
I get straight to my bread like its arbys
If a bitch crying i could never say im sorry



Credits
Writer(s): Terrance Jones
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