Antisocial
You ain't fuck wit me then so I don't fuck wit me now
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran wit a mile
Married to money I walked down the aisle
This drip on my body I feel like the Nile
Anti social no I can't smile
Only real niggas gon last for awhile
No life ain't sweet want piece of the pie
Gotta keep me a piece ain't fucking wit mine
Gotta suit up nigga ain't flexing wit ties
Imma stay wit my team no I can't switch sides
Only real niggas gon last for a while
And I stay wit my team yea they know imma ride
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran with a mile
And I know that they hating I see in they smile
Yea, I'm getting my check up
I'm dripped from the neck up
These niggas ain't fuck wit me now they wan check up
Just to match wit me nigga its $80 a eigthy
If I come out that crib yea you know you gon pay me
And I flex on my opps yea I know they all hate me
And I said what I said no these niggas don't get me
My pockets linguine
I love fettuccini
I just rolled me a spliff now I'm high like a wheelie
Unh
None of you niggas ain't fuck wit me
They know wassup wit me
Aint no Milwaukee you know that the bucks wit me
My bro off the lean no he not sipping Buckleys
Believe it or not
We getting them racks
I might just go put that in writing on Ripleys
Got too much sauce like Italian pizza
I might fly to Sicily
Yea I'm that nigga, I'm up
Is you shitten me
Yea this is big boy talk
Got some big boy drip
They the same old niggas on the same old shit
Can you match my drip or match my spliff
I'll skrrt of in a beamer can you catch my drift
Ya niggas ain't lit
Ya niggas be bitch
Ya niggas be broke
Aint close to being rich
My jeans tight ripped
Got 'Preme in the stitch
Fell in love with the drip
No I can't take pics
You ain't fuck wit me then so I don't fuck wit me now
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran wit a mile
Married to money I walked down the aisle
This drip on my body I feel like the Nile
Anti social no I can't smile
Only real niggas gon last for awhile
No life ain't sweet want piece of the pie
Gotta keep me a piece ain't fucking wit mine
Gotta suit up nigga ain't flexing wit ties
Imma stay wit my team no I can't switch sides
Only real niggas gon last for a while
And I stay wit my team yea they know imma ride
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran with a mile
And I know that they hating I see in they smile
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran wit a mile
Married to money I walked down the aisle
This drip on my body I feel like the Nile
Anti social no I can't smile
Only real niggas gon last for awhile
No life ain't sweet want piece of the pie
Gotta keep me a piece ain't fucking wit mine
Gotta suit up nigga ain't flexing wit ties
Imma stay wit my team no I can't switch sides
Only real niggas gon last for a while
And I stay wit my team yea they know imma ride
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran with a mile
And I know that they hating I see in they smile
Yea, I'm getting my check up
I'm dripped from the neck up
These niggas ain't fuck wit me now they wan check up
Just to match wit me nigga its $80 a eigthy
If I come out that crib yea you know you gon pay me
And I flex on my opps yea I know they all hate me
And I said what I said no these niggas don't get me
My pockets linguine
I love fettuccini
I just rolled me a spliff now I'm high like a wheelie
Unh
None of you niggas ain't fuck wit me
They know wassup wit me
Aint no Milwaukee you know that the bucks wit me
My bro off the lean no he not sipping Buckleys
Believe it or not
We getting them racks
I might just go put that in writing on Ripleys
Got too much sauce like Italian pizza
I might fly to Sicily
Yea I'm that nigga, I'm up
Is you shitten me
Yea this is big boy talk
Got some big boy drip
They the same old niggas on the same old shit
Can you match my drip or match my spliff
I'll skrrt of in a beamer can you catch my drift
Ya niggas ain't lit
Ya niggas be bitch
Ya niggas be broke
Aint close to being rich
My jeans tight ripped
Got 'Preme in the stitch
Fell in love with the drip
No I can't take pics
You ain't fuck wit me then so I don't fuck wit me now
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran wit a mile
Married to money I walked down the aisle
This drip on my body I feel like the Nile
Anti social no I can't smile
Only real niggas gon last for awhile
No life ain't sweet want piece of the pie
Gotta keep me a piece ain't fucking wit mine
Gotta suit up nigga ain't flexing wit ties
Imma stay wit my team no I can't switch sides
Only real niggas gon last for a while
And I stay wit my team yea they know imma ride
I got a bag and I switched up the style
Gave em inch and they ran with a mile
And I know that they hating I see in they smile
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Writer(s): Claudius Olagunju
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