Antisocial Lyrics – Baby Jace
Singer: Baby Jace
Title: Antisocial
You know
The way I changed my rap style
Made me feel like I just got out of rehab or something
Man, this melody goes dumb, who made this shit? (Dimebaggie)
He needs to go back to talk about his old hoes or sum (man stop playing he-)
0 for 5 #ss n#gg# (he off that sh#t now)
Got this beat from Dimebaggie with these dollars in my bag b#tch
Everyone’s an op, man I can’t f#ck with these faggots
I feel like a slave owner how I got mad whips
They didn’t like my music when I was on that sad sh#t
Hating on my top 10s, you ain’t top 88
n#gg#s wanna act like babies when i’m tryna do these rates
I ain’t even tryna hate, i’m just tryna find the bass
All these n#gg#s p#ss#, so you know they finna m#st#rb#t#
I just hope that all my brothers gonna beat that f#cking case
They give me that money like a n#gg# works for real estate
If you’re a racist that means that you don’t like the human race
I don’t talk a lot because I don’t wanna talk to these fakes
I never associate with any kind of a snake, aye
b#tch i’m antisocial (antisocial)
I’m gonna make sure that everything is kosher (ooh)
I ain’t gon’ stop rapping til my life is over (I’m not)
And i know n#gg#s tryna take it too because I am the coldest (ice)
Tryna pop me like a cold can of soda
She belongs to the speedway, Charlotte Motor
This is what my senior year has come to
I wouldn’t be in the house if we ain’t vote for dumb dudes
Talking bout Obama, but what the f#ck did Trump do?
He gon’ have us living in the slums, ooh
In the slums with a sl#t
You n#gg#s can’t f#ck with us
Yeah i stand 5’6, modern day King Tut
I’m gonna be pulling up in that Maserati truck
If i hear somebody snitched, punch the n#gg# in the gut
I feel like i’m Barry Sanders, cuz a n#gg# can’t be touched
I don’t trust these b#tches, man they always run their mouth too much, aye
b#tch i’m antisocial (antisocial)
I’m gonna make sure that everything is kosher (ooh)
I ain’t gon’ stop rapping til my life is over (I’m not)
And i know n#gg#s tryna take it too because I am the coldest (ice)
Tryna pop me like a cold can of soda
She belongs to the speedway, Charlotte Motor
I’m 17, feeling like Stunna, i’m a rich youngin’
Ugly hoes tryna expose me to the public
They gon’ get the clip longer than a f#cking mullet
Shoot like Trae Young, give a rat some bullets
n#gg#s act like they your friends, until they take your bread
If they wanna be fake instead, we finna take some heads
They be snitching to save themselves, them n#gg#s fake as well
Faking it, like K Michelle, you n#gg#s lame as hell
I’ve been watching every move, i’ve also been reading lips
This is why i’m quiet, b#tch i’m tired of repeating it, aye
b#tch i’m antisocial (antisocial)
I’m gonna make sure that everything is kosher (ooh)
I ain’t gon’ stop rapping til my life is over (I’m not)
And i know n#gg#s tryna take it too because I am the coldest (ice)
Tryna pop me like a cold can of soda
She belongs to the speedway, Charlotte Motor
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