Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anti Social, artist - SOB X RBE. Album song GANGIN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SOB X RBE
Song language: English
Anti Social |
| I don’t wanna be yo man |
| I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I don’t wanna shake yo hand |
| You be lyin' in your nah, nah, nah, nah |
| Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, ay |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah |
| Oh nah, nah, nah, nah, nah |
| And I don’t wanna be yo man |
| I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I don’t wanna shake yo hand |
| You be lyin' in yo' music |
| I don’t wanna be yo' fan |
| Glock hold thirty I give a nigga ten |
| Two flights a day I be gone now |
| Barely drive, all my cars sit at home now |
| Three whips, three chains and they bust down |
| RBE, SOB bitch we up now |
| Yeah what’s up with all these niggas waveridin' |
| And I’m only up in guns so you can’t fight it |
| Niggas tryna find themselves and they can’t find it |
| Nigga give my dick back no you can’t ride it |
| 4−5 and it ain’t silent |
| They be flexin' for the social so it ain’t private |
| It be shit I wanna say but I can’t type it |
| But these shells hit his chest 'til his heart silent |
| Nigga, yeah |
| Keep your mouth closed |
| All these diamonds in my mouth can’t keep my mouth closed |
| All these chains layin' 'round got my house got my house froze |
| And my TV’s hella big that was house goals |
| Made two hundred thousand that’s before the deal |
| Had to put your name on it so you know it’s real |
| And my loaf hella big, I can’t fold it still |
| Don’t make a diss, send shots so I know it’s real |
| I don’t wanna be yo man |
| I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I don’t wanna shake yo hand |
| You be lyin' in your music |
| I don’t wanna be yo' fan |
| Glock hold thirty I give a nigga ten |
| And I don’t wanna be yo man |
| I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I don’t wanna shake yo hand |
| You be lyin' in your music |
| I don’t wanna be yo' fan |
| This Glock hold thirty I give a nigga ten |
| Big Glock, long clips, but they all props |
| You just talkin' on them songs those are not shots |
| We ain’t talkin' on the net, we are not cops |
| Niggas love shootin' clouds are not opps |
| A lot of niggas want me gone I ain’t worried 'bout it |
| If your Glock hold thirty shoot the Curry out it |
| You ain’t playing by the rules, nigga learn about it |
| Opp niggas pullin' skits I ain’t heard about it |
| What your hand out for? |
| I ain’t shakin' that |
| I could sit on my ass and still make rack |
| Them opinions in your song, niggas state a fact |
| If there’s money to be made, I ain’t taken' that |
| Bitch you a chicken head now you in a snack |
| All a bitch get is dick, I won’t get attached |
| If you thuggin' in that field, nigga get a strap |
| That’s how niggas lose they life and don’t get it back |
| Bitch |
| I don’t wanna be yo man |
| I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I don’t wanna shake yo hand |
| You be lyin' in your music |
| I don’t wanna be yo' fan |
| Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten |
| And I don’t wanna be yo man |
| I don’t fuck with niggas |
| I don’t wanna shake yo hand |
| You be lyin' in your music |
| I don’t wanna be yo' fan |
| This Glock hold thirty, I give a nigga ten |