Anti Social

(I can't be with your love, baby)

I don't really dance, I don't wanna shake a leg

It be lyin' to you oh, no, no

Ah, no, no, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

Ah, no, no, no, no, no

Ah, no, no, no, no, no

And I don't wanna be your man

I don't fuck with ****, I don't wanna shake your hand

You be lying in your music, I don't wanna be your fan

This Glock hold thirty, I'll give a **** 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 **** wave ridin'?

And I'm only uppin' guns, so you can't fight it

**** try and find they self and they can't find it

****, give my dick back, no you can't ride it

Four-five 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

****, 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 $200,000 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 throw this still

Gon' make a bitch send shots, so I know it's real

And I don't wanna be your man

I don't fuck with ****, I don't wanna shake your hand

You be lying in your music, I don't wanna be your fan

This Glock hold thirty, I'll give a **** ten

And I don't wanna be your man

I don't fuck with ****, I don't wanna shake your hand

You be lying in your music, I don't wanna be your fan

This Glock hold thirty, I'll give a **** 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

**** love shootin' clouds, those are not opps

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

If your Glock hold thirty, shoot the Curry out it

You ain't playin' by the rules, **** learn about it

Opp **** pullin' skits, I ain't heard about it

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

I can sit on my ass, and still make a rack

Them opinions on your songs, **** state a fact

If it's money to be made, I ain't takin' naps

Bitch, you a chicken-head, nah, you ain't a snack

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

If you fakin' in that field ****, get a strap

That's how **** lose they life and don't get it back, bitch

And I don't wanna be your man

I don't fuck with ****, I don't wanna shake your hand

You be lying in your music, I don't wanna be your fan

This Glock hold thirty, I'll give a **** ten

And I don't wanna be your man

I don't fuck with ****, I don't wanna shake your hand

You be lying in your music, I don't wanna be your fan

This Glock hold thirty, I'll give a **** ten