Three5ive: AntiSocial

Like Zach he Randolph so I’m knocking his mans off

If he wanna pop shit It get hot quick  like we turned all the fans off

Let em try to front he a shooter You ain even have a gun when I knew you

I was trynna be a better guy when I really shouldn’t even fronted it to ya

We don’t just spin the block

Watch how we get in and out

Heard he was in a fast whip

Well he’ll crash whips got em spinning out

Slide through I reload use the peep hole

Like a free throw I stretch em Told a Bitch she a rat no pressure

Cool kid no time for the extras

Dropped out no time for lectures

Y’all dick ride off names

He ain got money just fame If a opp catch me that’s cool just know

I’m going with a bang I was a bad ass jit in school

I’ll sit a nigga down no stool

We’ll take points for the opps head but I ain’t got opps my opps dead

Shoot a shot for a shot I got led

But they don’t want smoke

I pop heads And a band ain’t enough I need more

I can drop a whole bag in Dior

Had a bad lil bitch she Christian had to tell her ha time was ticking

Put a hold on a hoe she tripping

Keep ballin these bitches like Mike when I’m pouring that drank light ice

(Hold on, hold on, hold on got damn I’m snappin)

Charge a band for a hook I might

Spend a band on some kicks that’s slight

223 put em in for the night

(Ight I’m done with that mothefucker now I ain’t gone keep playing wit y’all)