Antisocial (feat. Herbo 3x)

Long live my brothers Mhmm Boy u ain't spinning lil nigga nobody know u But ya true colors they gon shine like they supposed to And ain't no mixing and matching this ain't no pro tools My gang don't fuck wit outsiders we anti social We getting money and commas but that's just old news Just bought a pair of new Guiseppes for my old boo I spoil bitches like a real nigga supposed to When she got wet she took a dive inside her own pool She so flexible Like the way she handle it Walk around wit the baddest bitch She don't talk she a mannequin Cuz she dressed in designer shit Chanel only the fabric Money walk wit a lot of it You niggas out here counterfeit You can't eat at my table Ruth Chris a different a place I might go wit the whole crew Fuck them niggas hating on the gang cuz we don't know you Nah nah nah We don't know you nigga we don't know u Them niggas hating on the gang until we roll thru So much precision, we bend we gon hit the whole crew Money over bitches plus bitches they left me broke ouu At 6, I brought the blick got suspended it was like '02 At 6, I brought the blick got suspended but it had no food Not even a shooting pin in it, thought I was so cool I thank my pops I'd be a fool if I didn't, you know I owe you Taught me how to move got this vision here from my old dude Taught me how to move in the trenches & overall you Never gave up on me, always knew I could call you Do anything for ya company, luckily I adore you Better than see you loving these niggas that just ain't for you Plus these bitches don't really fuck wit me, fucked wit me once they saw you Yea they fuck wit u, when they saw you And if it's war then we spinning, bitch we coming equipped I ain't got time for playing games u could get swept off ur strip It's a storm when we come and make it rain on ya p's Kick down the door and have ya mom on her knees I want it all gimme everything including the keys They tried to lock me out the game but I break through it wit ease I'm sipping wock relives pain that be living thru me Real one that stayed tru neva changed I hope u riding wit me Fuck a bitch no sympathy Fuck her once then she could leave Married to the street life I'm number one in the league Boy u ain't spinning lil nigga nobody know u But ya true colors they gon shine like they supposed to And ain't no mixing and matching this ain't no pro tools My gang don't fuck wit outsiders we anti social We getting money and commas but that's just old news Just bought a pair of new guiseppes for my old boo I spoil bitches like a real nigga supposed to When she got wet she took a dive inside her own pool She so flexible Walk around wit the baddest bitch Cuz she dressed in designer shit Money walk wit a lot of it