Antisocial (feat. Herbo 3x)

Long live my brothers
Mhmm

Boy u ain't spinning lil nigga nobody know u
But ya true colors they gon shine like they supposed to
And ain't no mixing and matching this ain't no pro tools
My gang don't fuck wit outsiders we anti social
We getting money and commas but that's just old news
Just bought a pair of new Guiseppes for my old boo
I spoil bitches like a real nigga supposed to
When she got wet she took a dive inside her own pool

She so flexible
Like the way she handle it
Walk around wit the baddest bitch
She don't talk she a mannequin
Cuz she dressed in designer shit
Chanel only the fabric
Money walk wit a lot of it
You niggas out here counterfeit
You can't eat at my table
Ruth Chris a different a place I might go wit the whole crew
Fuck them niggas hating on the gang cuz we don't know you
Nah nah nah
We don't know you nigga we don't know u
Them niggas hating on the gang until we roll thru
So much precision, we bend we gon hit the whole crew
Money over bitches plus bitches they left me broke ouu
At 6, I brought the blick got suspended it was like '02
At 6, I brought the blick got suspended but it had no food
Not even a shooting pin in it, thought I was so cool
I thank my pops I'd be a fool if I didn't, you know I owe you
Taught me how to move got this vision here from my old dude
Taught me how to move in the trenches & overall you
Never gave up on me, always knew I could call you
Do anything for ya company, luckily I adore you
Better than see you loving these niggas that just ain't for you
Plus these bitches don't really fuck wit me, fucked wit me once they saw you

Yea they fuck wit u, when they saw you
And if it's war then we spinning, bitch we coming equipped
I ain't got time for playing games u could get swept off ur strip
It's a storm when we come and make it rain on ya p's
Kick down the door and have ya mom on her knees
I want it all gimme everything including the keys
They tried to lock me out the game but I break through it wit ease
I'm sipping wock relives pain that be living thru me
Real one that stayed tru neva changed I hope u riding wit me
Fuck a bitch no sympathy
Fuck her once then she could leave
Married to the street life I'm number one in the league

Boy u ain't spinning lil nigga nobody know u
But ya true colors they gon shine like they supposed to
And ain't no mixing and matching this ain't no pro tools
My gang don't fuck wit outsiders we anti social
We getting money and commas but that's just old news
Just bought a pair of new guiseppes for my old boo
I spoil bitches like a real nigga supposed to
When she got wet she took a dive inside her own pool

She so flexible
Walk around wit the baddest bitch
Cuz she dressed in designer shit
Money walk wit a lot of it



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