Letra de Anti-Social - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Mally Mall)

(Simo Fre just killed it)

1980 shiftin', pressin' on the highway

Come here, how you doin', sexy? (Ooh), let's go back to my place (Ooh)

Tryna tell her that I'm selfish, I don't wan' do it, if it ain't my way

Tryna finish with my tour, so the jet I lured-back to Norway

I done ran it up (Ran it up)

We'll be poppin' bottles 'til the sun come up (Come up)

I be trappin' with my partners 'til the plug slow up (Slow up)

And it's time we seen them things are not that funny anymore

So excuse me if I'm actin' anti-social

I done drunk so much of lean, I'm overdosin'

I ain't with that trollin', quit all that actin', like you know me

Antidosis, antidote, hit the boy, and fold the bitch

We'll kick the door quick, make 'em hit the floor, and I want all that shit

Rockin' out (Rockin' out), sold out my arena (Sold out my arena)

And the bitch been givin' side eyes, told her I'll leave her (Bitch, I'll leave ya)

Shoot this bitch up like Joey Zaza, onomatopoeia (Rrr, rrr)

All my problems, I'm just watchin' fall down to my liter

She say, "I ain't wanna hurt you, I say I won't need it" (Ha)

Girl, why did I accept to start to cry when you leavin'? (Ha)

I'm a thug, and I'd fight that boy, for your love, I can beat him (I could beat him, ha)

All the opps and all the unnecessary girls (Ha), I delete them

I done ran it up (I done ran it up)

We'll be poppin' bottles 'til the sun come up (Come up)

I be trappin' with my partners 'til the plug slow up (Slow up)

And it's time we seen them things are not that funny anymore

So excuse me if I'm actin' anti-social

Your waterfall

I create a thunderstorm with these guns

They'll be rainin' down

Diamonds, they cover my bed, if package, I'm drainin', can you charge me up? (Yup)

She say, "I ain't wanna hurt you, I say I won't need it" (I ain't wanna hurt you)

Girl, why did I accept to start to cry when you leavin'? (Run it up)

I'm a thug, and I'd fight that boy, for your love, I can beat him (I could beat him)

All the opps and all the unnecessary girls, I delete them (I)

I want the whole house furnished by Rick Owens himself

I want the cannonball and have it signed by Johnny Depp (Oh)

I wanna pay for Doja Cat to perform for me (Oh)

I wanna attend my own show (Oh), so I could see (Oh)

I don't mean to disrespect the ho, don't lie to me, though (Nah)

You ain't gotta pack your shit, and die at the door, 'cause I'm gon' leave ('Cause I'ma leave)

You don't want me, speak, don't hold it in, I told her, "Let it out"

Now this bitch talkin' 'bout my lean, makin' me mad (Makin' me mad)

Now this bitch talkin' 'bout I left her right on seen (Right on seen)

Showed her what my heart about, now she don't wanna leave (She don't wanna leave)

Forty-two verse sixteen, I fell out on codeine

Chopper loud

"How you let that clown run off?" We done fell out over a bean

I done ran it up (I done ran it up)

We'll be poppin' bottles 'til the sun come up (Come up)

I be trappin' with my partners 'til the plug slow up (Slow up)

And it's time we seen them things are not that funny anymore

So excuse me if I'm actin' anti-social

I'm actin' anti-social

Ah, ah, 5

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