Stunna Gambino - Antisocial lyrics
[Stunna Gambino - Antisocial lyrics]
I'm so antisocial I only talk to god
Tryna ride my wave but my name ain't Rod
I come from the bottom, no bikini
Drummin' out the hellcat
We gon make a scenery
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom
It don't look like a broomstick
We gon sweep the room
Gambino the real don dada speak the truth
Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof
I come from the hell hole
They ain't show no mercy
Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin'
Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30
My shooters gon' milly rock
With that fuckin sturdy
My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah
Put bread on your head I got mobties
Mobties uh nah nah nah nah nah nah
My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da
Said tapped in want a feature we taxin'
Fuck your bitch from the back end
While I'm countin' these backends
Been through so much I don't
Know where to start, no
Bro went and told that shit
Done broke my heart, woah
The streets don't love you
They'll kill anybody (I'm traumatized)
I done seen plenty of bodies
(homicides, oh, bullets fly, oh)
Walkin' through the peace singin' melodies
Oh when I die will they remember me
Poverty kid I came up from these streets
Down to my last I ain't have nun to eat
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom
It don't look like a broomstick
We gon sweep the room
Gambino the real don dada speak the truth
Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof
I come from the hell hole
They ain't show no mercy
Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin'
Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30
My shooters gon' milly rock
With that fuckin sturdy
My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah
Put bread on your head I got mobties
Mobties uh nah nah nah nah nah nah
My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom
It don't look like a broomstick
We gon sweep the room
Gambino the real don dada speak the truth
Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof
I come from the hell hole
They ain't show no mercy
Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin'
Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30
My shooters gon' milly rock
With that fuckin sturdy
My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah
Put bread on your head I got māthā, māthā uh
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da
Tryna ride my wave but my name ain't Rod
I come from the bottom, no bikini
Drummin' out the hellcat
We gon make a scenery
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom
It don't look like a broomstick
We gon sweep the room
Gambino the real don dada speak the truth
Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof
I come from the hell hole
They ain't show no mercy
Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin'
Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30
My shooters gon' milly rock
With that fuckin sturdy
My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah
Put bread on your head I got mobties
Mobties uh nah nah nah nah nah nah
My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da
Said tapped in want a feature we taxin'
Fuck your bitch from the back end
While I'm countin' these backends
Been through so much I don't
Know where to start, no
Bro went and told that shit
Done broke my heart, woah
The streets don't love you
They'll kill anybody (I'm traumatized)
I done seen plenty of bodies
(homicides, oh, bullets fly, oh)
Walkin' through the peace singin' melodies
Oh when I die will they remember me
Poverty kid I came up from these streets
Down to my last I ain't have nun to eat
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom
It don't look like a broomstick
We gon sweep the room
Gambino the real don dada speak the truth
Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof
I come from the hell hole
They ain't show no mercy
Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin'
Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30
My shooters gon' milly rock
With that fuckin sturdy
My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah
Put bread on your head I got mobties
Mobties uh nah nah nah nah nah nah
My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da
It's a 187 batta bing bada boom
It don't look like a broomstick
We gon sweep the room
Gambino the real don dada speak the truth
Vultures don't die, yes I am bullet proof
I come from the hell hole
They ain't show no mercy
Ever since my mans died my soul been hurtin'
Might fuck around risk it off this percy 30
My shooters gon' milly rock
With that fuckin sturdy
My shooters with, all that rah rah, rah rah
Put bread on your head I got māthā, māthā uh
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
My choppa sing melodies it go la da da da