Antisocial lyrics

[Intro]
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(D-Roc)
She keep blowin up my phone
I tell her knock it off
I don't like when Oxycontin mixed with Tylenol
Anti-Social I can't f*ck wit n*gga
Not at all

[Chorus]
Wait a minute
All the racks up in my pocket Ima spend it
Catch a body and I'm sliding off in the Audi and it's tinted
I'm on oxy and I'm icy b*tch no hockey b*tch I'm winning
Maserati, yea I'm dripping teriyaki just like chicken (let's go)

[Verse 1]
I want the Rollie and I want the Patek
No, they don't know me I stay wit a ratchet
I keep a stick like I'm playing with magic
Slide right the brick on the plating and plastic
I used to hide all the weight in the attic
You talk about it, you ain't ever had it
You see me every day, I ain't lackin'
I might pop out wit that K right in traffic
Dare a pus*y n*gga try to take what I got
Big .45 no Glock
Slide right now you don't be on that block
Young rich n*gga got the streets on lock
And most of them young n*ggas eating up top
I got the coke, I beat up the pot
I got the scope, I beat up the block

[Verse 2]
I got the butter and I got the grease
Still in Miami, I feel like the heat
I took a xanny and I went to sleep
I need my family outta the streets
Came from the mud like put on some cleats
I need a grammy before I'm deceased
f*cking your daughter, I'm f*cking your neice
[Chorus]
Wait a minute
All the racks up in my pocket Ima spend it
Catch a body and I'm sliding off in the Audi and it's tinted
I'm on oxy and I'm icy b*tch no hockey b*tch I'm winning
Maserati, yea I'm dripping teriyaki just like chicken (let's go)

[Verse 3]
I want the Rollie and I want the Patek
No, they don't know me I stay wit a ratchet
I keep a stick like I'm playing with magic
Slide right the brick on the plating and plastic
I used to hide all the weight in the attic
You talk about it, you ain't ever had it
You see me every day, I ain't lackin'
I might pop out wit that K right in traffic
Pull up on a n*gga, let me get that
Big .45 got kickback
f*ck around, push a n*gga sh*t back
Splitting em away like a KitKat
Young rick n*gga got big racks
Throw a hunnid shots where you live at
I don't wanna talk, ima kill that
Ima make sure a n*gga feel that

[Verse 4]
You know we keep automatics
I know they see how I'm draggin'
I put the beam on the ratchet
I'm on the beach I'm relaxing
I just might leave wit a Patek
I drink that lean ima addict
Drink the codeine it's a habit
She wanna be with a savage
[Outro]
Wait a minute
All the racks up in my pocket Ima spend it
Catch a body and I'm sliding off in the Audi and it's tinted
I'm on oxy and I'm icy b*tch no hockey b*tch I'm winning
Maserati, yea I'm dripping teriyaki just like chicken (let's go)
Want the Rollie and I want the Patek
No, they don't know me I stay wit a ratchet
I keep a stick like I'm playing with magic
Slide right the brick on the plating and plastic
I used to hide all the weight in the attic
You talk about it, you ain't ever had it
You see me every day, I ain't lackin'
I might pop out wit that K right in traffic