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DWadeFromOBN - Anti Social Lyrics



DWadeFromOBN - Anti Social Lyrics




You ain't never took a life, I'm talkin' bout jump out day or night
Shots tumblin' out the glizzy, make em flip like Jesse White
Don't do no dissy, clap a pipe, your homie died, you hit a mic
See that trolling shit for likes, we push it high up like a kite

I can't stun you niggas hoes, the last B's you really chose
They left your mans all in the cold, the definition is as snow
After that, here come another, wish they'd clap that other f*cker
Them some ruthless motherf*ckers, tell the judge to free them brothers

Them A.I.'s, them bitches vicious, ripped them flesh and now you missin
Get my load and cancel Chrissy's, Michael Drake don't do no kickin
I came home fresh off a sentence, ran the bag up not to mention
I got colder with the scams, I rob your ass just for your pension

I'm in traffic, meet you with me, double breastin', four glizzies
We'll pull up on your block and get the spark, you don't tell me
Niggas drunk, off Remy, sayin' my name, that shit offend me
We ain't jump up out that cottage, Drake's bar, we got busy

They got my lions in the cage, them boys filled up with rage
Same night that Pootie died, we spent the city on Vincent Grey
I'm in the front seat, Drake, man, gone, I want a face
We done spent some niggas blocks, that one ain't hot, we tryin' to bait

I don't give no f*ck about no case, that's why I tuck that paperweight
I gave my lawyer 20,000, that's how I'm on the streets today
Bundled out for 30K, went back to jail in 80 days
I could've really beat the case, the victim ain't even see my face

I'm in that mode, hoodie on, Glock tucked, fully on
We on tour with everybody, we don't know who to bully on
Last dude, they make it home, he tried to test us, he was wrong
I'ma face this at my city, I'm through this bitch like Al Capone

On the low, it's hella beef, we clappin' heaters, f*ck the peace
We on tour with down the street and up the way and over east
F*ck the dope, this shit was sweet, f*ck with the opps, can't f*ck with me
I've been the shit since F.E.B., the second one to blow the gleece

If he big, make him small, we been slidin', playin' ball
I just talked to Love Matt, he doin' ballet and call
Tell the state to free my dog, he innocent, it's f*ck the blog
They tryna paint him as a menace, he told the shanks behind the wall

I'm my daddy, livin' proof, I keep my weapon, they ain't you
Free A.B. and Big Q, he had to hatch me with the troops
They tryna charge him, straight fool, lock him up, talkin' bout he blue
I know my boy gon' beat the cases, that parole, he can't move

I done jagged a hundred racks, fell off, bounced back
Straight fumbled through the sack, like damn, I really did that
Check a 40 off a lean, shit, I never look back
You can see it in my face, shit, I'm gettin' real fat, nigga

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You ain't never took a life, I'm talkin' bout jump out day or night
Shots tumblin' out the glizzy, make em flip like Jesse White
Don't do no dissy, clap a pipe, your homie died, you hit a mic
See that trolling shit for likes, we push it high up like a kite

I can't stun you niggas hoes, the last B's you really chose
They left your mans all in the cold, the definition is as snow
After that, here come another, wish they'd clap that other f*cker
Them some ruthless motherf*ckers, tell the judge to free them brothers

Them A.I.'s, them bitches vicious, ripped them flesh and now you missin
Get my load and cancel Chrissy's, Michael Drake don't do no kickin
I came home fresh off a sentence, ran the bag up not to mention
I got colder with the scams, I rob your ass just for your pension

I'm in traffic, meet you with me, double breastin', four glizzies
We'll pull up on your block and get the spark, you don't tell me
Niggas drunk, off Remy, sayin' my name, that shit offend me
We ain't jump up out that cottage, Drake's bar, we got busy

They got my lions in the cage, them boys filled up with rage
Same night that Pootie died, we spent the city on Vincent Grey
I'm in the front seat, Drake, man, gone, I want a face
We done spent some niggas blocks, that one ain't hot, we tryin' to bait

I don't give no f*ck about no case, that's why I tuck that paperweight
I gave my lawyer 20,000, that's how I'm on the streets today
Bundled out for 30K, went back to jail in 80 days
I could've really beat the case, the victim ain't even see my face

I'm in that mode, hoodie on, Glock tucked, fully on
We on tour with everybody, we don't know who to bully on
Last dude, they make it home, he tried to test us, he was wrong
I'ma face this at my city, I'm through this bitch like Al Capone

On the low, it's hella beef, we clappin' heaters, f*ck the peace
We on tour with down the street and up the way and over east
F*ck the dope, this shit was sweet, f*ck with the opps, can't f*ck with me
I've been the shit since F.E.B., the second one to blow the gleece

If he big, make him small, we been slidin', playin' ball
I just talked to Love Matt, he doin' ballet and call
Tell the state to free my dog, he innocent, it's f*ck the blog
They tryna paint him as a menace, he told the shanks behind the wall

I'm my daddy, livin' proof, I keep my weapon, they ain't you
Free A.B. and Big Q, he had to hatch me with the troops
They tryna charge him, straight fool, lock him up, talkin' bout he blue
I know my boy gon' beat the cases, that parole, he can't move

I done jagged a hundred racks, fell off, bounced back
Straight fumbled through the sack, like damn, I really did that
Check a 40 off a lean, shit, I never look back
You can see it in my face, shit, I'm gettin' real fat, nigga

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Writer: Dwayne Jack
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Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Dwayne Jack

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