[Lyric] AnTi-SoCiAl (Muwama)

[Intro: Producer Tags]

YoungBoy on the wave

Blaccid mayne fill 'em up with acid

This that rap shit not that trap shit

[Verse I: Muwama]
Yeah, how it go? (yeah)
I’ve been on the low (uh-huh)
She been catching feelings but I’m tryna make this dough
How it go? (yeah)
A hunnid for a show (uh-huhhh)
Put your focus on me cause I'm really gonna blow
I be witcho girl, we be chilling in the backseat (in the back, in the back)
I don’t like with niggas cause these niggas they be toxic (they be toxic, shoot your guns)
I don’t trust nobody yeah, I move around with chopsticks (chop, chop)
Pay her for her body, got her nudes on my snap streaks (got her nude, got her nudes)
Drop Top
Got her number and I blockеd it
I don’t need no drama you gon' end up in a mosh pit
Smoking all these rappеrs, I just put em on Hibachi
Got my vision blurry, I’ve sipping on Bacardi (uhuhhhh)
[Chorus: Muwama]
I don’t wanna hold you down
I don’t wanna stick around
Put my feelings to the side
Step around and get the (bag)

[Post-Chorus: Muwama]
Two step then I’m dancing
(Put her in trance)
I don’t want no romancing
(Gotta get this cash)
Got a reason to be like me
(Do the money dance)
Antisocial no advancin'
(Turn em into ash)

[Verse II: Trilli McKyla]
Yeah, on Hibachi (hey, hey)
I'm on one, I messed up n'
I'm on that bat shit oh please (hey, hey)
Double ticks you left me (yeah)
Sippin' on 1818 (18)
Moving fast don't do lean (don't do lean)
'cause I got that fire in my genes
Spit these flames when am the mic I guess
Time will tell I guess (yeah)
How many times I lose a fight depends
How many chance I get
How many tears till I float out this whole not enough
'cause the boy still broke
Get this cash and forget this whore (woah!)
I'm a man they call me machine shit I gotta prove
And I'm out here on this earth
Still some shit I gotta do (woah)
Got some whores I gotta do
(oh shit)
Gimme a room
Gimme that car that go like zoom
Slippery hands keep droppin' that broom
'cause I don't wanna
[Chorus: Muwama & Trilli McKyla]
I don’t wanna hold you down (Hold you down yeah)
I don’t wanna stick around (Stick around yeah)
Put my feelings to the side (To the side yeah)
Step around and get the (bag)

[Post-Chorus: Muwama]
Two step then I’m dancing
(Put her in trance)
I don’t want no romancing
(Gotta get this cash)
Got a reason to be like me
(Do the money)
Antisocial no advancin'
(Turn em into)

[Interlude: Trilli McKyla]
Ahh
I just hope she fall
In that place I hope she die
In that place I hope she fall yeah
Hope she fall yeah
I hope she fall yeah
Yeah
Hope she fall yeah
Yeah