Tana - Antisocial 2 lyrics

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
(Fuck goin' on, maajins?)
(Fuck you, mudd, haha)
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah

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

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

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

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 fuck goin' on, maajins?)
Chopper singin', Billie, no Eilish
Bullets so hot that they
Knock off his eyelash
You is an an opp nigga, 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 niggas shootin' your ass
Like a free throw i'm at the crib
And I'm wearin' a mink coat
How many hoes, nigga? 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 niggas 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin' 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 I I
By the way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon
I really don't be doin' shit to these
Niggas, 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'm countin' bands, nigga
You countin' pennies
I'm gettin' racks, nigga
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 niggas they been gettin' money
Hakuna matata (Haha, yeah)

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 fuckin' sun up
(Man, what the fuck 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 fuck with you
Know that that shit 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 shit finna blast, Yeah
She didn't wan' fuck with me
Now she wan' suck
On me 'cause she see me gettin' bands
Yeah know that this shit finna
Get a lil' technical red dot
You know that we aim with the reticle
I got your bitch 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-IE
Pick up the phone, and I call up Dakota
Put my hands on a her neck just like a choker
Your bitch, 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 bitch a nina, she love when I tote her

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah oh yeah
(One and Only) , yeah, oh yeah, yeah
(Man, what the fuck 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 fuck 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

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

Hit from the back like (Yeah)
H-h-hittin' your bitch, make her cum right
(Yeah)
He talkin' shit, 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 bitch and that bitch ain't the
(Kind) i could've really gave this
Ho the whole world
But she fucked it up with that bitch and the
(Lyin') hop in the Trackhawk
This bitch is a push-start
I I I'm sippin' lean with your bitch
Sippin' Wockhardt
Hard for the 'gram, but you pussy
You not hard
Fuckin' your thot, smokin' dope
I'm a rock-star
Roll up a 'Wood, made me rollin' lumber
And that bitch 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

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 fuck 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

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