Anti Social Lyrics

You ain't never took a life, I'm talkin' bout jump out day or night

Shots tumblin' out the glizzy, make em flip like Jesse White

Don't do no dissy, clap a pipe, your homie died, you hit a mic

See that trolling shit for likes, we push it high up like a kite

I can't stun you niggas hoes, the last B's you really chose

They left your mans all in the cold, the definition is as snow

After that, here come another, wish they'd clap that other fucker

Them some ruthless motherfuckers, tell the judge to free them brothers

Them A.I.'s, them bitches vicious, ripped them flesh and now you missin

Get my load and cancel Chrissy's, Michael Drake don't do no kickin

I came home fresh off a sentence, ran the bag up not to mention

I got colder with the scams, I rob your ass just for your pension

I'm in traffic, meet you with me, double breastin', four glizzies

We'll pull up on your block and get the spark, you don't tell me

Niggas drunk, off Remy, sayin' my name, that shit offend me

We ain't jump up out that cottage, Drake's bar, we got busy

They got my lions in the cage, them boys filled up with rage

Same night that Pootie died, we spent the city on Vincent Grey

I'm in the front seat, Drake, man, gone, I want a face

We done spent some niggas blocks, that one ain't hot, we tryin' to bait

I don't give no fuck about no case, that's why I tuck that paperweight

I gave my lawyer 20,000, that's how I'm on the streets today

Bundled out for 30K, went back to jail in 80 days

I could've really beat the case, the victim ain't even see my face

I'm in that mode, hoodie on, Glock tucked, fully on

We on tour with everybody, we don't know who to bully on

Last dude, they make it home, he tried to test us, he was wrong

I'ma face this at my city, I'm through this bitch like Al Capone

On the low, it's hella beef, we clappin' heaters, fuck the peace

We on tour with down the street and up the way and over east

Fuck the dope, this shit was sweet, fuck with the opps, can't fuck with me

I've been the shit since F.E.B., the second one to blow the gleece

If he big, make him small, we been slidin', playin' ball

I just talked to Love Matt, he doin' ballet and call

Tell the state to free my dog, he innocent, it's fuck the blog

They tryna paint him as a menace, he told the shanks behind the wall

I'm my daddy, livin' proof, I keep my weapon, they ain't you

Free A.B. and Big Q, he had to hatch me with the troops

They tryna charge him, straight fool, lock him up, talkin' bout he blue

I know my boy gon' beat the cases, that parole, he can't move

I done jagged a hundred racks, fell off, bounced back

Straight fumbled through the sack, like damn, I really did that

Check a 40 off a lean, shit, I never look back

You can see it in my face, shit, I'm gettin' real fat, nigga

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