The Anti Virus Lyrics

Know I'm tryna keep it casual, but this drip is classical

In the studio making classical, mint wheels riding bicycle

Know that was inside college park, posted we was at the park

Know that that was after dark, riding on the marta train

Riding on that Marta bus, on motor movie trotter bus

Boy said he gon' take the train, I say you done lost your brain

Hang up, never call him back, that nigga, he ain't call me back

Don't give a fuck about that nigga, don't want that nigga to tip me back

Count these racks, won't stack these racks, on the stand, won't do it, go get to these racks

Niggas, they know that that's counterfeit cash, they supposed to be paying them, know that they racks

Academics, it's supposed to FBI, know it's the truth, he said he teleported

21-year-old nigga shouldn't deal with broke hoes, cuz of how these hoes be treating niggas

Steady saying niggas ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit, you ain't know shit, what

Steady saying hoes trash, but your game trash, and you ain't even got no cash

How the fuck you gonna fuck your girl if you ain't got no place

You gon' keep running to the hotel, nigga, pocket full of space

Man, you better learn your place

Misery up in my soul, man, I barely wanna speak

Man, I feel I'm disrespected, did this nigga come and speak

Up into my fucking presence, man, these niggas really peasants

Man, this shit ain't gon' be pleasant, man, he on his feet

Like a mouse, this nigga change the story up, he squeak

But I don't give a fuck, I want my plate, that's tippy-sweet

Steady saying niggas ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit, you ain't know shit, what

Steady saying hoes trash, but your game trash, and you ain't even got no cash

Man, he scared, won't put him in a four-body cab for real

The way that I be coming at these niggas, I'm for real

A legendary killer, bitch, I feel like I'm Kill Bill

The way I hit so many bitches up like I did it for thrill

Cause you're in the middle of her head like I'm JK

So I feel like I'm diving out a crashin' plane, mayday

She said she on for a Saturday, she said she had a long day

Beating in that pussy like a monkey, say I don't play

Man, she said that nigga had pulled a tissue in her shit

Doing push-ups in the pussy, no, I did a full set

Know that boy moving like a rookie, drop it, gun show, no respect

What he did, lil' nigga? Shaking with that blicky, show him no respect

Man, they know that, this shit know it get sticky, man, I show respect

Know that, be to my homies, man, they know that we all got respect

For dancing for each other, man, these niggas, they don't know about that

Man, most these niggas trading on they homies, stab them in they back

Fuckin' on your homie, girl, how you show him love

Fuckin' on your homie, girl, claim you shown him love

She fuckin' with you on the side, claim that shit ain't love

Bitch, you need to start that shit with that bitch on your man on love

You never like your own homie, that's the whole time

You know that shit the truth, you know that shit in the back of your mind

You try to keep him in the dark, you try to play him mine

With his bitch, you try to snake him, but no, he don't even mind

With these hoes, he never chase him, leave them hoes behind

Many hoes, they get replacements, never change my mind

Now a day, don't even give a fuck if that bitch fine

If that bitch, she fine and crazy, bitch, best get in line