AnTi-SoCiAl (feat. Trilli McKyla)
YoungBoy on the wave
Blaccid mayne fill 'em up with acid
This that rap shit not that trap shit
Yeah, how it go?
I've been on the low
She been catching feelings but I'm tryna make this dough
How it go?
A hunnid for a show
Put your focus on me cause I'm really gonna blow
I be witcho girl, we be chillin' in the backseat
I don't like these niggas cause these niggas they be toxic
I don't trust nobody yeah, I move around with chopsticks
Pay her for her body, got her nudes on my snap streaks
Drop Top!
Got her number and I blocked it
I don't need no drama you gon' end up in a mosh pit
Smoking all these rappers, I just put em' on Hibachi
Got my vision blurry, I've sipping on Bacardi
I don't wanna hold you down
I don't wanna stick around
Put my feelings to the side
Step around and get the bag
Two step n' I'm dancin'
(Put her in trance)
I don't want no romancin'
(Gotta get this cash)
Got a reason to be like me
(Do the money dance)
Antisocial no advancin'
(Turn em' into ash)
Yeah, on Hibachi
I'm on one, I messed up n' I'm on that bat shit oh please
Double ticks you left me
Sippin' on 1818
Moving fast don't do lean
'Cause I got that fire in my genes
Spit these flames when am the mic I guess
Time will tell I guess
How many times I lost a fight depends
How many chance I get
How many tears till I float out this whole not enough I know
Not enough 'cause the boy still broke
Get this bag and forget this whore
I'm a man they call me machine shit I gotta prove
And I'm out here on this earth
Still some shit I gotta do
Got some whores I gotta do
Oh Shit! Gimme a room
Gimme that car that go like zoom
Slippery hands keep droppin' that broom
'Cause I don't wanna
I don't wanna hold you down (Hold you down yeah)
I don't wanna stick around (Stick around yeah)
Put my feelings to the side (To the side yeah)
Step around and get the bag
Two step n' I'm dancin'
(Put her in trance)
I don't want no romancin'
(Gotta get this cash)
Got a reason to be like me
(Do the money)
Antisocial no advancin'
(Turn em' into)
Ahh
I just hope she fall
In that place I hope she die
In that place I hope she fall yeah
Hope she fall yeah
I hope she fall yeah
Yeah
Hope she fall yeah
Yeah
Blaccid mayne fill 'em up with acid
This that rap shit not that trap shit
Yeah, how it go?
I've been on the low
She been catching feelings but I'm tryna make this dough
How it go?
A hunnid for a show
Put your focus on me cause I'm really gonna blow
I be witcho girl, we be chillin' in the backseat
I don't like these niggas cause these niggas they be toxic
I don't trust nobody yeah, I move around with chopsticks
Pay her for her body, got her nudes on my snap streaks
Drop Top!
Got her number and I blocked it
I don't need no drama you gon' end up in a mosh pit
Smoking all these rappers, I just put em' on Hibachi
Got my vision blurry, I've sipping on Bacardi
I don't wanna hold you down
I don't wanna stick around
Put my feelings to the side
Step around and get the bag
Two step n' I'm dancin'
(Put her in trance)
I don't want no romancin'
(Gotta get this cash)
Got a reason to be like me
(Do the money dance)
Antisocial no advancin'
(Turn em' into ash)
Yeah, on Hibachi
I'm on one, I messed up n' I'm on that bat shit oh please
Double ticks you left me
Sippin' on 1818
Moving fast don't do lean
'Cause I got that fire in my genes
Spit these flames when am the mic I guess
Time will tell I guess
How many times I lost a fight depends
How many chance I get
How many tears till I float out this whole not enough I know
Not enough 'cause the boy still broke
Get this bag and forget this whore
I'm a man they call me machine shit I gotta prove
And I'm out here on this earth
Still some shit I gotta do
Got some whores I gotta do
Oh Shit! Gimme a room
Gimme that car that go like zoom
Slippery hands keep droppin' that broom
'Cause I don't wanna
I don't wanna hold you down (Hold you down yeah)
I don't wanna stick around (Stick around yeah)
Put my feelings to the side (To the side yeah)
Step around and get the bag
Two step n' I'm dancin'
(Put her in trance)
I don't want no romancin'
(Gotta get this cash)
Got a reason to be like me
(Do the money)
Antisocial no advancin'
(Turn em' into)
Ahh
I just hope she fall
In that place I hope she die
In that place I hope she fall yeah
Hope she fall yeah
I hope she fall yeah
Yeah
Hope she fall yeah
Yeah
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Writer(s): Dalitso Mwale
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