Anti Social

Attack me with your love baby

I don't wanna be yo man

I don't fuck with niggas

I don't wanna shake yo hand

You be lyin' in your nah, nah, nah, nah

Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, ay

Yeah, yeah

Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

And I don't wanna be yo man

I don't fuck with niggas

I don't wanna shake yo hand

You be lyin' in yo' music

I don't wanna be yo' fan

Glock hold thirty I give a nigga ten

Two flights a day I be gone now

Barely drive, all my cars sit at home now

Three whips, three chains and they bust down

RBE, SOB bitch we up now

Yeah what's up with all these niggas waveridin'

And I'm only up in guns so you can't fight it

Niggas tryna find themselves and they can't find it

Nigga give my dick back no you can't ride it

4-5 and it ain't silent

They be flexin' for the social so it ain't private

It be shit I wanna say but I can't type it

Let these shells hit his chest 'til his heart silent

Nigga, yeah

Keep your mouth closed

All these diamonds in my mouth can't keep my mouth closed

All these chains layin' 'round got my house froze

And my TV's hella big that was house goals

Made two hundred thousand that's before the deal

Had to put your name on it so you know it's real

And my loaf hella big, I can't fold it still

Don't make a diss, send shots so I know it's real

I don't wanna be yo man

I don't fuck with niggas

I don't wanna shake yo hand

You be lyin' in your music

I don't wanna be yo' fan

Glock hold thirty I give a nigga ten

And I don't wanna be yo man

I don't fuck with niggas

I don't wanna shake yo hand

You be lyin' in your music

I don't wanna be yo' fan

This Glock hold thirty I give a nigga ten

Big Glock, long clips, but they all props

You just talkin' on them songs those are not shots

We ain't talkin' on the net, we are not cops

Niggas love shootin' clouds those are not opps

A lot of niggas want me gone I ain't worried 'bout it

If your Glock hold thirty shoot the Curry out it

You ain't playing by the rules, nigga learn about it

Opp niggas pullin' skits I ain't heard about it

What your hand out for? I ain't shakin' that

I could sit on my ass and still make rack

Them opinions in your song, niggas state a fact

If there's money to be made, I ain't taking naps

Bitch you a chicken head now you in a snack

All a bitch get is dick, I won't get attached

If you thuggin' in that field, nigga get a strap

That's how niggas lose they life and don't get it back

Bitch

I don't wanna be yo man

I don't fuck with niggas

I don't wanna shake yo hand

You be lyin' in your music

I don't wanna be yo' fan

Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten

And I don't wanna be yo man

I don't fuck with niggas

I don't wanna shake yo hand

You be lyin' in your music

I don't wanna be yo' fan

This Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten