Antisocial

Ima knock off his fitted with the pole
That bitch a H.O.E she a hoe
I shoot the opps with the chrome
What was his name (hah!) nobody knows
Probably nobody cares

I got a mansion with big ass stairs (hmm mmh)
Yeah you a lame stay over there

I made so much money i can't count anymore
I made so much enemies they all get ignored

Im in the backseat with your whore (yeah)
Im shooting shit like the Taliban

I am too hot need a ceiling fan
I drop the top right off the Benz
Im sending shoots straight at your mans

I can't see hate through these Cartier frames
Im bout to fly straight to japan

She giving top right till i land
Im finna hotbox till i faint

My lifе a sci-fi im the man (yeah)

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