Testo Anti Social
Testo Anti Social
I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your nah, nah, nah, nah
Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah, yeah
Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in yo music
I don't wanna be yo fan
[?] daddy I give a nigga ten
Two flights a day I be gone [?]
Barely drive, but my car sit at home now
Three whips, three chains and they [?]
RBE, SOB bitch we up now
Yeah what's up with all these niggas waveride
And I'm only [?] guns so you can't fight it Niggas tryna find theyself and they can't find it
Nigga give my dick back no you can't ride it
4-5 and it ain't silent
They be flexin' for the social so it ain't private
[?] shit I wanna say but I can't type it
[?] to his chest 'til his heart silent
Nigga, yeah
Keep your mouth close
All these diamonds in my mouth can't keep my mouth close
All these chains in my house got my house froze
And my TV's hella big [?]
Made two hundred thousand that's before the deal
Had to put your name on it so you know it's real
And my [?] hella big I can [?] still
Don't make a diss, send shots so I know it's real
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
[?] daddy I give a nigga ten
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
[?] daddy I give a nigga ten
Big guap [?]
You just talkin' on the songs [?]
We ain't talkin' on the net, we are not [?]
Niggas 'less you a [?]
A lot of niggas want me gone I ain't worried 'bout it
If your [?] shoot Curry at it
You ain't playing by the rules, nigga learn about it
Opp niggas [?] I ain't heard about it
What you hand out for? I ain't shaking that
I just sit on my ass and still make rack
[?] in your song, niggas statin' fact
If there's money to be made, I ain't take enough
[?]
All a bitch get is dick, I won't get attached
If you thuggin' in that field, nigga get a strap
That's how niggas lose they life and they don't get it back
Bitch
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
This Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
This Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your nah, nah, nah, nah
Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah, yeah
Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in yo music
I don't wanna be yo fan
[?] daddy I give a nigga ten
Two flights a day I be gone [?]
Barely drive, but my car sit at home now
Three whips, three chains and they [?]
RBE, SOB bitch we up now
Yeah what's up with all these niggas waveride
And I'm only [?] guns so you can't fight it Niggas tryna find theyself and they can't find it
Nigga give my dick back no you can't ride it
4-5 and it ain't silent
They be flexin' for the social so it ain't private
[?] shit I wanna say but I can't type it
[?] to his chest 'til his heart silent
Nigga, yeah
Keep your mouth close
All these diamonds in my mouth can't keep my mouth close
All these chains in my house got my house froze
And my TV's hella big [?]
Made two hundred thousand that's before the deal
Had to put your name on it so you know it's real
And my [?] hella big I can [?] still
Don't make a diss, send shots so I know it's real
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
[?] daddy I give a nigga ten
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
[?] daddy I give a nigga ten
Big guap [?]
You just talkin' on the songs [?]
We ain't talkin' on the net, we are not [?]
Niggas 'less you a [?]
A lot of niggas want me gone I ain't worried 'bout it
If your [?] shoot Curry at it
You ain't playing by the rules, nigga learn about it
Opp niggas [?] I ain't heard about it
What you hand out for? I ain't shaking that
I just sit on my ass and still make rack
[?] in your song, niggas statin' fact
If there's money to be made, I ain't take enough
[?]
All a bitch get is dick, I won't get attached
If you thuggin' in that field, nigga get a strap
That's how niggas lose they life and they don't get it back
Bitch
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
This Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten
And I don't wanna be yo man
I don't fuck with niggas
I don't wanna shake yo hand
You be lyin' in your music
I don't wanna be yo fan
This Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten
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