Antisocial

Hop out the coupe, shoot the brain out the roof If I tell you the truth this shit over I was the one chasing money, The one in the field with the ball So I lowered my shoulder I was too deep in the streets, Momma don't know what happened She wish me and pops was lil closer I was the one in the back, They had saved me for last in the past Now we pull up they notice Two hundred thousand in jewelry, I'm dripped in Amiri It's hard she keep losing her focus Pulling her tracks while I fuck from the back In the back of the Benz While she losing her vocals I be all over the country she tripping I told her stop tripping She use to these locals Told em I'm in a bandemic A Louie V mask in the airport I use to be social I got to many bitches on the kid Moving with a toolie, with a ruler got it hanging out the whip Too many niggas in a click No one getting money but they telling me you balling like the Knicks Label always saying make a hit Cause everything we do certified, Make a nigga want a quit Everybody didn't want to see it, Now I'm in a sprinter van with a spinish hoe throwing out a fit B spin the 392 Now we having dinner in the hills, Calamari by the pool Niggas wanna be in the crew Fuck a politician, I ain't talking on them people in the booth But you don't even be with the klan I ain't even shocked that you listen, You believing what they saying Leave em where they stand Audemar water like the beach, Ima leave it in the sand Came from the bottom Now we do shows it's a problem, Promoter like leave it in the van I put a scope with a cooler, A hundred round drum on the Mac If I need one at hand As soon as I land Shawty come over and tell me it's over, It's hard to be friends Crying her eyes Baby I'm sorry, You knew I'm star and you knew this the plan Two hundred thousand in jewelry, I'm dripped in Amiri It's hard she keep losing her focus Pulling her tracks while I fuck from the back In the back of the Benz While she losing her vocals I be all over the country she tripping I told her stop tripping She use to these locals I told em I'm in a bandemic A Louie V mask in the airport I use to be social You niggas think that we bluffing, I told you it's serious Track hawk like fast and the furious I know a nigga, Came off the porch at 11, A Glock and he scratched off the serial Moving mysterious I know some niggas that's willing to crash out They moving imperial I know some niggas who move like a ghost When you scream bloody marry They coming through mirrors