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Prezy - Antisocial Lyrics



Prezy - Antisocial Lyrics
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I'm antisocial cuz these ni**as talk like b*tches
Tryna run that bag up that's why I mind my business
He switching sides now I think that boy a witness
It don't make no sense how these ni**as penny pinchin
I got my hands tied
You told dem you a real ni**ga that's a damn lie
We out here really really balling that's a franchise
That b*tch keep blowing up my phone that's a bad vibe
Ill tell you for the last time
Don't get on my bad side
I'm in the fast lane
Married to the money put that on my last name
We got that work you can come and get your a** paid
You doing dirt f*** around and get your a** stained
I'm a real ni**a that's one thing I cant change
I had my mask bane
Ill bust a move for some hundreds I need that young money like Mack Maine
I just save the dough
I cant save a h*e cuz they get attached
I don't f*** with ni**as they smile in your face and stab you in the back
I cant trust it
You aint official I don't get you
My sh*t be automatic with a pistol
These ni**as talk like b*tches that's the issue
Running this sh*t you aint fit to
Gas good I'm hittin
I got the Benji's blue they crippin
I got da swag ooww I'm drippin
You just got bagged ooww you snitchin
I'm antisocial cuz these ni**as talk like b*tches
Tryna run that bag up that's why I mind my business
He switching sides now I think that boy a witness
It don't make no sense how these ni**as penny pinchin
I got my hands tied
You told dem you a real ni**ga that's a damn lie
We out here really really balling that's a franchise
That b*tch keep blowing up my phone that's a bad vibe
Ill tell you for the last time
Don't get on my bad side
Don't trust these ni**as they tellin
You said you the plug why is you wellin
I stay with some hustlers killers and robbers
Know its a couple of felons
You know you cant hang with the gang
You hot like a flame get out of our section
Them ni**as got caught but they aint bring up my name that was a blessing
Remember that night we ran in that crib
I remember thinking they aint with the sh*t
Took it to camp and rolled me a spliff
Bro put me on cuz he owed me some sh*t
We never talked about it again
I learned my lesson just ride with your mans
We scratch em off
We tally the bands
I love my ni**as who wilder than them
I remember I wasn't juggin just sellin sh*t
No trip to Cali I know where they mailing it
Twelve pull me over I know that they smelling it
You was in my shoes
I know you telling it
Benji give me blues
I was just bettin em
These ni**as bitches
I was just pettin em
Boy you new to this
I was a veteran
Im a dog
Got your b*tch and she meddling
Know she gon work for them bands aint no mystery
Don't leave your girl you know we got history
Green like Jane
The white to them Hillary
These ni**as hatin put them out they misery
Crank then I turn up like Goku
This sh*t rock I aint gon hold you
I cant trust these ni**as or these b*tches I'm so antisocial
I'm antisocial cuz these ni**as talk like b*tches
Tryna run that bag up that's why I mind my business
He switching sides now I think that boy a witness
It don't make no sense how these ni**as penny pinchin
I got my hands tied
You told dem you a real ni**ga that's a damn lie
We out here really really balling that's a franchise
That b*tch keep blowing up my phone that's a bad vibe
Ill tell you for the last time
Don't get on my bad side
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I'm antisocial cuz these ni**as talk like b*tches
Tryna run that bag up that's why I mind my business
He switching sides now I think that boy a witness
It don't make no sense how these ni**as penny pinchin
I got my hands tied
You told dem you a real ni**ga that's a damn lie
We out here really really balling that's a franchise
That b*tch keep blowing up my phone that's a bad vibe
Ill tell you for the last time
Don't get on my bad side
I'm in the fast lane
Married to the money put that on my last name
We got that work you can come and get your a** paid
You doing dirt f*** around and get your a** stained
I'm a real ni**a that's one thing I cant change
I had my mask bane
Ill bust a move for some hundreds I need that young money like Mack Maine
I just save the dough
I cant save a h*e cuz they get attached
I don't f*** with ni**as they smile in your face and stab you in the back
I cant trust it
You aint official I don't get you
My sh*t be automatic with a pistol
These ni**as talk like b*tches that's the issue
Running this sh*t you aint fit to
Gas good I'm hittin
I got the Benji's blue they crippin
I got da swag ooww I'm drippin
You just got bagged ooww you snitchin
I'm antisocial cuz these ni**as talk like b*tches
Tryna run that bag up that's why I mind my business
He switching sides now I think that boy a witness
It don't make no sense how these ni**as penny pinchin
I got my hands tied
You told dem you a real ni**ga that's a damn lie
We out here really really balling that's a franchise
That b*tch keep blowing up my phone that's a bad vibe
Ill tell you for the last time
Don't get on my bad side
Don't trust these ni**as they tellin
You said you the plug why is you wellin
I stay with some hustlers killers and robbers
Know its a couple of felons
You know you cant hang with the gang
You hot like a flame get out of our section
Them ni**as got caught but they aint bring up my name that was a blessing
Remember that night we ran in that crib
I remember thinking they aint with the sh*t
Took it to camp and rolled me a spliff
Bro put me on cuz he owed me some sh*t
We never talked about it again
I learned my lesson just ride with your mans
We scratch em off
We tally the bands
I love my ni**as who wilder than them
I remember I wasn't juggin just sellin sh*t
No trip to Cali I know where they mailing it
Twelve pull me over I know that they smelling it
You was in my shoes
I know you telling it
Benji give me blues
I was just bettin em
These ni**as bitches
I was just pettin em
Boy you new to this
I was a veteran
Im a dog
Got your b*tch and she meddling
Know she gon work for them bands aint no mystery
Don't leave your girl you know we got history
Green like Jane
The white to them Hillary
These ni**as hatin put them out they misery
Crank then I turn up like Goku
This sh*t rock I aint gon hold you
I cant trust these ni**as or these b*tches I'm so antisocial
I'm antisocial cuz these ni**as talk like b*tches
Tryna run that bag up that's why I mind my business
He switching sides now I think that boy a witness
It don't make no sense how these ni**as penny pinchin
I got my hands tied
You told dem you a real ni**ga that's a damn lie
We out here really really balling that's a franchise
That b*tch keep blowing up my phone that's a bad vibe
Ill tell you for the last time
Don't get on my bad side
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Writer: Larry Buchanan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 3:17
Written by: Larry Buchanan

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