Antisocial Video (MV)

If it ain't about the bag, I'm antisocial
I don't talk to no body, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me, I'm tryna make the family proud, nothing else
So that's why I'm antisocial, if we ain't talking dough
Probably, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me? I'm tryna make my family proud, nothing else

So I let the money talk, and listen close
Laughing to the bank, Madiba cracks some decent jokes
And most of y'all won't get it, this ain't free, this isn't smoke
Bitch I rock the littest clothes, you could find my shit in vogue
Like the cap that I be selling, costs a pretty dream
The one I sold was thriller, purchased by a Billie Jean
Oops, I mean dirty Diana, silly me
All these hoes the same though, that's how it really be
I can't tell apart Steff from Tiffany, this is it for me
Pulling strings and getting blown like a flute in symphonies
Your shawtey's aim is off and so she misses me
I f*cked her friends this week
Since you came back in town and cut my winning streak
And now she sending me, nudes while in bed with you, your shawtey been discreet
And I bluetick, coz when I'm on the grind bitch we don't need to speak
I'm so cold
I need my throne though coz I can't stand these hoes, so

If it ain't about the bag, I'm antisocial
I don't talk to no body, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me, I'm tryna make the family proud, nothing else
So that's why I'm antisocial, if we ain't talking dough
Probably, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me? I'm tryna make my family proud, nothing else
So I let the money talk

Dead presidents haunt us, we don't sleep at night
We don't sleep at night, no we don't sleep at night
Grinding til there's nothing left and only then will we get right
But until when we get right, oh, we don't sleep at night

I'm an animal, the goat to be precise
I'm posed to the this nice, coz Santa promised hoes in threes and I
Don't know the reason why, I'm so compelled to go between the thighs
Of all these freaks and try, my best to take em from a decent guy
I'll often be surprised
If shawtey seems like she more than what meets the eye, and she declines
I'll take an L go with peace of mind, I know the streets are mine
Her friends are nice, my homies needs supply, I'm hoping we get by
And we get bi, hoes to leave their guys and soak sheets at night
With hopes that we just might, cuff
But I don't hear no wedding bells or sirens
I see you catching feelings, hoe don't come here with your virus
Don't mean to be so bias, but hoes could be so dire
You ever wondered why she come back home and she so tired?
Then I go ghost like I'm tryna to meet Osiris
Back to the bag, when she call, my phone be on silent
Double texting, tripping asking like why I been so quiet

Coz if it ain't about the bag, I'm antisocial
I don't talk to no body, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me, I'm tryna make the family proud, nothing else
So that's why I'm antisocial, if we ain't talking dough
Probably, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me? I'm tryna make my family proud, nothing else
So I let the money talk

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I don't talk to no body, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me, I'm tryna make the family proud, nothing else
So that's why I'm antisocial, if we ain't talking dough
Probably, can't be vocal about nothing else
Broke niggas, do it for the clout, nothing else
But me? I'm tryna make my family proud, nothing else
So that's why I'm antisocial