SOCIAL ANXIETY
Whole lotta gang shit
Kid Brazil in the motherfucking building
Gang, gang shit gang gang gang
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got social anxiety so I smoke weed
Yeah, rolling up leaves yeah
Got to put at least 3 g's, or I can't hit it
I'm just trying to go and fuck and hit it and quit it
And then I dismiss it
Yeah, I go schizophrenic
Yeah, you know that I'm with it
We turning up in the city
Yeah, you know that we Litty
Bad bitches showing titties
Yeah, and they trying to drink liquor
Stay out the frame if you ain't in the picture
Yeah, it's gone be an issue
You gone need more than just a tissue
Yeah, your momma gone miss you
Too much power let me clarify
You ain't fucking with my Paradyme
Two bad bitches that's a pair of dimes
Bring up my name better say it nice
Aye, I just move on my own I don't take advice
Bitch it's me and the gang and we taking flights
We been gambling but we ain't rolling dice
Aye, dont play with your life
Better not play with it
I know some homies that stay with it
We got it out of the pavement
I know some homies with charges they facing
And I know some bitch ass niggas writing statements
I don't know why they be with all that hating shit
They should be focusing on getting paid and shit
I got your bitch on my dick and she shaking it
I see her throwing it but I ain't taking it
I got social anxiety so I smoke weed
Yeah, rolling up leaves yeah
Gotta put at least 3 g's, or I can't hit it
I'm just trying to go and fuck and hit it and quit it
And then I dismiss it
Yeah, I go schizophrenic
Yeah, you know that I'm with it
We turning up in the city
Yeah, you know that we Litty
Bad bitches showing titties
Yeah, and they trying to drink liquor
Stay out the frame if you ain't in the picture
Yeah, it's gone be an issue
You gone need more than just a tissue
Yeah, your momma gone miss you
Why your bitch tryna be on me tryna take my picture
Lame ass nigga don't pass that blunt
You know ion smoke no swishers
Switch my bitch like I switch my fit
Never been a sucker, bitch suck my dick
Wanna get in a beamer or a Benz
My dawg got a cat tryna take your pit
Used to get picked on
Now I'm picking up your bitch
And she love that I put that shit on
Put that bitch on
Then I'm out
Fuck niggas hating tryna beef for clout
Niggas just hot trying to talk out they neck
I don't know what the fuck they be talking about
Nigga think he took my bitch, but i sent her to rob you
I'm up the street from your house
Tryna find me, I'll find you first nigga
Stop that flagging that's how you get marked
Tryna cross me, I ain't doing you wrong
But if that's what you want I'm a just do you worse
Might've did it first, but I did it better
I already hit and I ain't even met her
Bad ass little bitch with a bad ass temper
She so tender
Yeah, once she on me it's gone be hard to get her off me
I'm just saying
I ain't ever did shit to her she wet boutta start spraying
Told the bitch leave me lone
She keep telling me stop playing
Fake nigga don't speak to me
I don't know what you saying
I got social anxiety so I smoke weed
Yeah, rolling up leaves yeah
Gotta put at least 3 g's, or I can't hit it
I'm just tryna go and fuck and hit it and quit it
And then I dismiss it
Yeah, I go schizophrenic
Yeah, you know that I'm with it
We turning up in the city
Yeah, you know that we Litty
Bad bitches showing titties
Yeah, and they tryna drink liquor
Stay out the frame if you ain't in the picture
Yeah, it's gone be an issue
You gone need more than just a tissue
Yeah, your momma gone miss you
Kid Brazil in the motherfucking building
Gang, gang shit gang gang gang
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got social anxiety so I smoke weed
Yeah, rolling up leaves yeah
Got to put at least 3 g's, or I can't hit it
I'm just trying to go and fuck and hit it and quit it
And then I dismiss it
Yeah, I go schizophrenic
Yeah, you know that I'm with it
We turning up in the city
Yeah, you know that we Litty
Bad bitches showing titties
Yeah, and they trying to drink liquor
Stay out the frame if you ain't in the picture
Yeah, it's gone be an issue
You gone need more than just a tissue
Yeah, your momma gone miss you
Too much power let me clarify
You ain't fucking with my Paradyme
Two bad bitches that's a pair of dimes
Bring up my name better say it nice
Aye, I just move on my own I don't take advice
Bitch it's me and the gang and we taking flights
We been gambling but we ain't rolling dice
Aye, dont play with your life
Better not play with it
I know some homies that stay with it
We got it out of the pavement
I know some homies with charges they facing
And I know some bitch ass niggas writing statements
I don't know why they be with all that hating shit
They should be focusing on getting paid and shit
I got your bitch on my dick and she shaking it
I see her throwing it but I ain't taking it
I got social anxiety so I smoke weed
Yeah, rolling up leaves yeah
Gotta put at least 3 g's, or I can't hit it
I'm just trying to go and fuck and hit it and quit it
And then I dismiss it
Yeah, I go schizophrenic
Yeah, you know that I'm with it
We turning up in the city
Yeah, you know that we Litty
Bad bitches showing titties
Yeah, and they trying to drink liquor
Stay out the frame if you ain't in the picture
Yeah, it's gone be an issue
You gone need more than just a tissue
Yeah, your momma gone miss you
Why your bitch tryna be on me tryna take my picture
Lame ass nigga don't pass that blunt
You know ion smoke no swishers
Switch my bitch like I switch my fit
Never been a sucker, bitch suck my dick
Wanna get in a beamer or a Benz
My dawg got a cat tryna take your pit
Used to get picked on
Now I'm picking up your bitch
And she love that I put that shit on
Put that bitch on
Then I'm out
Fuck niggas hating tryna beef for clout
Niggas just hot trying to talk out they neck
I don't know what the fuck they be talking about
Nigga think he took my bitch, but i sent her to rob you
I'm up the street from your house
Tryna find me, I'll find you first nigga
Stop that flagging that's how you get marked
Tryna cross me, I ain't doing you wrong
But if that's what you want I'm a just do you worse
Might've did it first, but I did it better
I already hit and I ain't even met her
Bad ass little bitch with a bad ass temper
She so tender
Yeah, once she on me it's gone be hard to get her off me
I'm just saying
I ain't ever did shit to her she wet boutta start spraying
Told the bitch leave me lone
She keep telling me stop playing
Fake nigga don't speak to me
I don't know what you saying
I got social anxiety so I smoke weed
Yeah, rolling up leaves yeah
Gotta put at least 3 g's, or I can't hit it
I'm just tryna go and fuck and hit it and quit it
And then I dismiss it
Yeah, I go schizophrenic
Yeah, you know that I'm with it
We turning up in the city
Yeah, you know that we Litty
Bad bitches showing titties
Yeah, and they tryna drink liquor
Stay out the frame if you ain't in the picture
Yeah, it's gone be an issue
You gone need more than just a tissue
Yeah, your momma gone miss you
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