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Antisocial Video (MV)




Performed By: Jodie B
Length: 2:42
Written by: Brent Lane




Jodie B - Antisocial Lyrics




So what you want to do, go to war with me
Head pop, go the dweeble on the first degree
Little Jodie didn't stir no gucc
In the gupp, don't pop no seal
Cause I got my steal
Let a nigga try us, we gone claim that kill
Wait back it up, starting riots at lunch
Niggas bad as f*ck, let a cracker talk that
We gone run it up, clean as f*ck

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon, Young don
Game stay proper
Fit stay tight, and my hairdo popping
Oh no shorty, you don't want to get it popping
Hit a corner so clean like cinco eighty
Got cinco clips like I'm one fifty
That's thirty in each, oh I'm so filthy
And my herb smell good like it's from AZ
Top flight, yes god

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops in a drop top spit with me
Never mind niggas but they ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon
Young don
Game stay proper
Bust down Rollie
I'll never cop one
Grace be stupid
Cop a new one
Two familiar

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops, in a drop top
Spit with me
Never mind niggas but
They ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon, young don
Game stay proper
Hov M, peace
Okay give it to them
Head game stupid
Pop game stupid
Show no movement

Survived off of that, my mind f*cked
I can't come crawling back
Antisocial, put it in pro tools
This is for the niggas that really know you
Peeped up game now they try to control you
Let's stay focused, Jodie b got lost
But he won't go hopeless
Now take this message
It's the young & restless
Look who crept in
Young don, gamed up
Count your blessings
I'll take it if I got to
Get it how you live
I'll clutch it if I got to
Show you how I live
Pull it up if I got to
Straight from Jimmerville
Please don't judge him, shit got ugly
He was thirty bands up, nigga he got bunny
Way up to the k-spot, yeah she love me
Got me back, like nigga this for being ugly

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops, in a drop top
Spit with me
Never mind niggas but
They ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon
Young don
Game stay proper
Buss down Rollie
I'll never cop one
Grace be stupid
Cop a new one
Two familiar

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops, in a drop top
Spit with me
Never mind niggas but
They ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon, young don
Game stay proper
Hov M, peace
Okay give it to them
Head game stupid
Pop game stupid
Show no movement
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So what you want to do, go to war with me
Head pop, go the dweeble on the first degree
Little Jodie didn't stir no gucc
In the gupp, don't pop no seal
Cause I got my steal
Let a nigga try us, we gone claim that kill
Wait back it up, starting riots at lunch
Niggas bad as f*ck, let a cracker talk that
We gone run it up, clean as f*ck

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon, Young don
Game stay proper
Fit stay tight, and my hairdo popping
Oh no shorty, you don't want to get it popping
Hit a corner so clean like cinco eighty
Got cinco clips like I'm one fifty
That's thirty in each, oh I'm so filthy
And my herb smell good like it's from AZ
Top flight, yes god

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops in a drop top spit with me
Never mind niggas but they ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon
Young don
Game stay proper
Bust down Rollie
I'll never cop one
Grace be stupid
Cop a new one
Two familiar

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops, in a drop top
Spit with me
Never mind niggas but
They ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon, young don
Game stay proper
Hov M, peace
Okay give it to them
Head game stupid
Pop game stupid
Show no movement

Survived off of that, my mind f*cked
I can't come crawling back
Antisocial, put it in pro tools
This is for the niggas that really know you
Peeped up game now they try to control you
Let's stay focused, Jodie b got lost
But he won't go hopeless
Now take this message
It's the young & restless
Look who crept in
Young don, gamed up
Count your blessings
I'll take it if I got to
Get it how you live
I'll clutch it if I got to
Show you how I live
Pull it up if I got to
Straight from Jimmerville
Please don't judge him, shit got ugly
He was thirty bands up, nigga he got bunny
Way up to the k-spot, yeah she love me
Got me back, like nigga this for being ugly

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops, in a drop top
Spit with me
Never mind niggas but
They ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon
Young don
Game stay proper
Buss down Rollie
I'll never cop one
Grace be stupid
Cop a new one
Two familiar

Pussies talking like they f*cking with me
Yes, I'm number one when it comes to these
Hot drops, in a drop top
Spit with me
Never mind niggas but
They ain't f*cking with me

Miuccia Prada
Sean Jon, young don
Game stay proper
Hov M, peace
Okay give it to them
Head game stupid
Pop game stupid
Show no movement
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Brent Lane
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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