BabySantana - Antisocial 2 lyrics

[Intro: BabySantana & PVO E] I'ma tell y'all what I said, bro, he's versatile He's most likely to really blow up, very fast And very soon because he's versatile Um, he can do anything on any beat, bro (fu*k goin' on, Maajins?) Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah [Chorus: BabySantana] I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis then go cop a crib on the North side 1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers, lil' bro, stay on your side Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, she say that Santana not human, of course not We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, and if he makе a sound then he gettin' his corpsе shot Shawty said, "'Tana, you socially anti?" And I told her, "No, girl, I'm antisocial" I-I-I-I-I don't like being 'round people sometimes, so the public keep sayin' I'm anti-local Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet like every time that she hear my vocals Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 'til that chopper start jammin', it's over [Verse 1: BabySantana] She say that she from Jamaica, so I switch it up for a second and put on the bongos I feel like Dami 'cause I take your shawty and put in that work, I ain't talkin' trabajo If he want smoke then we light up his Honda Civic like that boy had a ride through Chicago He talkin' down so I call up my brothers to shoot that lil' boy with the whole semi-auto [Chorus: BabySantana] I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis then go cop a crib on the North side 1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers, lil' bro, stay on your side Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, she say that Santana not human, of course not We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, and if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot Shawty said, "'Tana, you socially anti?" And I told her, "No, girl, I'm antisocial" I-I-I-I-I don't like being 'round people sometimes, so the public keep sayin' I'm anti-local Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet like every time that she hear my vocals Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 'til that chopper start jammin', it's over [Verse 2: Slump6s] Don't make me bring out Dakota You talkin' down, but you don't wanna go there Pull up to your block, and we don't see you nowhere (One and Only) We make him lean like we pourin' a four here (Man, what the fu*k goin' on, Maajins?) Chopper singin', Billie, no Eilish Bullets so hot that they knock off his eyelash You is an an opp ni**a, we do not like that You textin' me, lil' ho, I do not write back I'm really playin' that ho like a P4 My ni**as shootin' your ass like a free throw I'm at the crib, and I'm wearin' a mink coat How many hoes, ni**a? I got like cinco That ho be textin' my phone askin' me if I love her, and I had to tell her, "I think so" Man, I got so many sons, so I feel like Mufasa, but no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mingo My ni**as still finna play with the gadgets, if you talkin' down then we slide with the ratchet S-S-Santana stay with a Lil Uzi, and no, I ain't talkin' 'bout brand "New Patek" Can't fu*k with that lame-ass boy, he just be cappin', he just be ready to panic I ain't never ran track, but 600 hopped on the track and he motherfu*kin' ran it I got a new ho out of the country, she just be talkin' to me in Spanish They finna think that it's World War II by the way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon I really don't be doin' sh*t to these ni**as, but just let me talk, and I'll still do damage My new shooter got a stutter, but he finna w-w-wet his ass up like a salmon I got the bands, ni**a, you countin' pennies I'm gettin' racks, ni**a, I'm gettin' many It's been a minute since me and gang linked up Give 'em a call, and we eat out at Beni's We finna eat out at lil' Benihana Open the crib and say, "Hey", to his mama Shout out lil' Autumn!, but all of my ni**as they been gettin' money, hakuna matata (Haha, yeah) [Verse 3: Yung Fazo] Me and my gang, you know we on the come up Call up lil' Dami, he gon' get you done up (One and Only) Poppin' this molly 'til the fu*kin' sun up (Man, what the fu*k goin' on, Maajins?) You want a feature? It'll be like two-hundred Told myself I was gon' blow then I did it Two bullets sit on your head like a fitted Can't fu*k with you, know that that sh*t is just business Yeah, yeah-heh, okay, yeah-heh We gon' pull up in that Masi', yeah, hope I don't crash, yeah Call up lil' 'Tana, we slide with the chopper, we know that that sh*t finna blast, yeah She didn't wan' fu*k with me, now she wan' su*k on me 'cause she see me gettin' bands, yeah Know that this sh*t finna get a lil' technical Red dot, you know that we aim with the reticle I got your b*tch at my crib, and she ridin' my dick, and I know that you is a lil' skeptical Pour up the lean, and I drink a lil' chemical She act a lil' crazy, think she popped an edible Watch the money pilin' up, it pilin' up, it pilin' up, and put a period, decimal Me and Slump linked up in NYC Shoot that lil' boy, he gon' D-I-E Pick up the phone, and I call up Dakota Put my hands on a her neck just like a choker Your b*tch, she ugly, she look like a joker Tallied this money like we playin' poker Bands so wet, man, I had to just soak up My b*tch a nina, she love when I tote her [Verse 4: Xhulooo] Yeah, yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah (One and Only), yeah, oh yeah, yeah (Man, what the fu*k goin' on, Maajins?, oh-oh) Yeah, yeah (Oh-oh), yeah, oh yeah (Oh-oh) Yeah, oh yeah (Oh-oh), yeah, oh yeah (Oh-oh, oh) That 40 pop him in his noggin, now he wanna play, we crack him like an egg Run in his house with that G19 on my hip, w-we finna leave him for dead The choppa gon' flip him like Gabby or maybe a Patek, but you know we aim for the head We ride with the smoke, this AR gon' pop him, if he talkin' crazy, we fill him with lead He said that he want the smoke, so you know that I gave him the smoke like a lighter, yeah 40 gon' punch you like Tyson, but I will not touch you, I am not a fighter, yeah Keep it a hundred, you don't gotta cap with me, baby, you know you a liar, yeah I'm in the front of the 'Vette with lil' Fazo and you know we burnin' them tires, yeah 1500, that's forever, if you talkin' crazy, know I'm uppin' fire' (One and Only) I'm in the new Hellcat with the gango, whole gang drippin', I don't know who flyer (Man, what the fu*k goin' on, Maajins?) Gas got me on slo-mo, and I know that I'm a lil' tired That boy said he was cool, but we know he a rat 'cause he wearin' a wire, yeah [Interlude: BabySantana] When you needed me the most, I was there, untitled But when I needed you, you were nowhere to be found, untitled I had so much love that was just there, building up for you, and you left me in the dust, untitled You made me look like a fool, all the embarrassing videos and pictures of us together I thought it would never end, but look at us now No longer in contact, untitled I love you, I'll see you soon And with that being said, untitled [Verse 5: SSGkobe] Hit from the back like (Yeah) H-h-hittin' your b*tch, make her cum right (Yeah) He talkin' sh*t, see the sunlight (Hey) He tried to run up, he see this (Yeah) I-I-I got too many hoes up on my line for me, take off a b*tch and that b*tch ain't the (Kind) I could've really gave this ho the whole world, but she fu*ked it up with that b*tch and the (Lyin') Hop in the Trackhawk, this b*tch is a push-start I-I-I'm sippin' lean with your b*tch, sippin' Wockhardt Hard for the 'gram, but you pussy, you not hard fu*kin' your thot, smokin' dope, I'm a rock-star Roll up a 'Wood, made me rollin' lumber And that b*tch kinda fine, I'ma get her number I'ma cheat on this ho 'cause I don't care I'm like six bodies up, I can't use no rubber [Chorus: BabySantana] I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis then go cop a crib on the North side (One and Only) 1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers, lil' bro, stay on your side (Man, what the fu*k goin' on, Maajins?) Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language, she say that Santana not human, of course not We finna put that lil' boy in the grave, and if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot Shawty said, "'Tana, you socially anti?" And I told her, "No, girl, I'm antisocial" I-I-I-I-I don't like being 'round people sometimes, so the public keep sayin' I'm anti-local Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet like every time that she hear my vocals Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang 'til that chopper start jammin', it's over [Outro: PVO E] And how old is he doing this, bro? How old is he doing this, bro? He's doing this at the age of four— Nah, I don't think y'all hear me, bro At the age of fourteen He's better than a lot of underground rappers right now At fourteen, at fourteen Actually, I'ma keep it a buck, some mainstream rappers Like, I'm tryna, like I'm telling y'all right now, y'all better hop on the wave, bro Soon, it might be too late