Anti-Social Lyrics

Cartier diamonds on glow

Quarter million half a ticket spent on the Rose

I said foreign bitch giving me sex

In the Maybach with a tec

Shooters behind in the Vette

Watch what you say, you'll get left

My shooters like curry, get wet

Bad bitch on the pole, she can stretched

Deep sea diving, I'm in the back

Jiggy jiving off party pack

I pray to God that I make it back

I pop a tab, I might get you wacked

100 bands in a sealed up pack

In the back of the back of the back

She don't really like me, but she see it that I'm on now

In the back of the back, I'm rolling loose leafs with my soldier

Had to drop a tear up in the cup for my fallen soldier

My grandma told me stand up on my ten just like a grown one

Spazzed out

Spin that Bentley, know I had to dash out

Black card, nigga already know I never max out

Put that mask down, young niggas

And they scheme and they mask down

Spazzed out

Young niggas they saying I'm the man now

5k for a walk through

Bad bitch suckin' dick, they on my cock too

Balenciaga house slippers, three phones, don't wanna talk to you

Cartier Frames, block the pain, don't wanna talk to them

Long live Big B

One phone call, just wanna talk to you

Cartier diamonds on glow

Quarter million half a ticket spent on the Rose

I said foreign bitch givin' me sex

In the Maybach with the tec

Shooters behind in the Vette

Watch what you say, you get left

My shooters like curry get wet

Bad bitch on the pole, she get stretched

Deep sea diving, I'm in her back

Jiggy jiving off party pack

I pray to God that I make it back

I pop a tab, I might get you wacked

100 bands in a sealed up pack

In the back of the back of the back