"Antisocial" lyrics
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
That bitch a joker, she be playin' like some tricks
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
She ain't never seen Balenci', she keep starin' at my kicks
I got that gray Tech on, and keep starin' at my dick
What if she don't know if that's my dick, or that motherfuckin' Glocky, yeah?
Pink up in my cup, filled it up with that Wockiana
Bust it down, thotiana
Bust it down, [?]
Smokin' loud, David [?]
Don't leave the house, [?]
She gon' eat me up 'cause I'm a player, I'm pushin' P
I've been goin' up just like some stairs, ain't no pushin' me
Ayy, the game on lock, I took the key
We damn bought one, I took the three
My bitches beat this other bitch the fuck up 'cause she looked at me
Beat it up, that pussy weak
I'm super hot like cooking grease
I told her when she suckin', don't use hands, and baby, look at me
They could write a book on me
My bitch only thing that got took from me
Beat it up, it sound like macaroni, then that pussy queef
That bitch a joker, she be playin' like some tricks
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
She ain't never seen Balenci', she keep starin' at my kicks
I got that gray Tech on, and keep starin' at my dick
That bitch in love with that prince, she keep sayin', "Can you beat it up?"
Put that lil' thing up on my face, I'ma sit right there and eat it up
We outta Wock', need a cup
I'm really that, no need to bluff
Boy, your ass a pussy and you know it, please quit actin' tough
Please start actin' like you steppin', well protected, Smith & Wesson
Walk 'em down, 007, shawty, she feelin' like heaven
Bitch get no love, I ain't Kevin
In the eight-ball like eleven
Pretty bitch ball like eleven
Whole lotta suds like I'm Devin
Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout Devin Booker, oh, that's your bitch I took her
Down in Tennessee, I'm throwin' plays like I'm hittin' a hooker
No, I ain't no Henny drinker, that lil' bitch want me to spank her
Backwood 'za, don't need a paper
Pockets fat like Vita Vea
That bitch a joker, she be playin' like some tricks
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
She ain't never seen Balenci', she keep starin' at my kicks
I got that gray Tech on, and keep starin' at my dick
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
Gave them folks 21, it ain't a verse I feel I missed
If we can't hit a pint of Wock', then we might settle for some Tris [?]
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
That bitch a joker, she be playin' like some tricks
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
She ain't never seen Balenci', she keep starin' at my kicks
I got that gray Tech on, and keep starin' at my dick
What if she don't know if that's my dick, or that motherfuckin' Glocky, yeah?
Pink up in my cup, filled it up with that Wockiana
Bust it down, thotiana
Bust it down, [?]
Smokin' loud, David [?]
Don't leave the house, [?]
She gon' eat me up 'cause I'm a player, I'm pushin' P
I've been goin' up just like some stairs, ain't no pushin' me
Ayy, the game on lock, I took the key
We damn bought one, I took the three
My bitches beat this other bitch the fuck up 'cause she looked at me
Beat it up, that pussy weak
I'm super hot like cooking grease
I told her when she suckin', don't use hands, and baby, look at me
They could write a book on me
My bitch only thing that got took from me
Beat it up, it sound like macaroni, then that pussy queef
That bitch a joker, she be playin' like some tricks
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
She ain't never seen Balenci', she keep starin' at my kicks
I got that gray Tech on, and keep starin' at my dick
That bitch in love with that prince, she keep sayin', "Can you beat it up?"
Put that lil' thing up on my face, I'ma sit right there and eat it up
We outta Wock', need a cup
I'm really that, no need to bluff
Boy, your ass a pussy and you know it, please quit actin' tough
Please start actin' like you steppin', well protected, Smith & Wesson
Walk 'em down, 007, shawty, she feelin' like heaven
Bitch get no love, I ain't Kevin
In the eight-ball like eleven
Pretty bitch ball like eleven
Whole lotta suds like I'm Devin
Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout Devin Booker, oh, that's your bitch I took her
Down in Tennessee, I'm throwin' plays like I'm hittin' a hooker
No, I ain't no Henny drinker, that lil' bitch want me to spank her
Backwood 'za, don't need a paper
Pockets fat like Vita Vea
That bitch a joker, she be playin' like some tricks
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
She ain't never seen Balenci', she keep starin' at my kicks
I got that gray Tech on, and keep starin' at my dick
Bitch, I'm very antisocial, I be stayin' out the mix
Gave them folks 21, it ain't a verse I feel I missed
If we can't hit a pint of Wock', then we might settle for some Tris [?]
