Anti-Social

(Mally Mall)
(Simo Fre just killed it)

1980 shit, pressin' on the highway
Come here, how you doin', sexy?
Let's go back to my place
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, so 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 fall to pieces
We'll kick a 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 Zasa, onomatopoeia (rrr, rrr)
All my problems, I'm just watchin' fall down to my liter

She say, "I ain't wanna write you, I say I won't need it" (ha)
Girl, why did I accept to start to cry, when you leave it? (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, I delete them

I done ran it up, we'll be poppin' bottles, 'til the sun come up (come up)
I be trappin' with my partners, so 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, it pay 'cause I'm drainin', can you charge me up? (Yo)

She say, "I ain't wanna write you, I say I won't need it" (I ain't wanna write you)
Girl, why did I accept to start to cry, when you leave it? (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 want the whole house furnished by Rick Owens hisself (oh)
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 attempt my own show (oh), so I could see (oh)
I don't mean to disrespect, dog, don't lie to me thug (nah)
You ain't gotta pack your shit, and die at the door, 'cause I'm gon' leave (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 see (right on seen)
Showed her what my heart about, now, she don't wanna leave (she don't wanna leave)
42 verse 16, 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, we'll be poppin' bottles, 'til the sun come up (come up)
I be trappin' with my partners, so 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