ANTI FOR A REASON (feat. Luan Seguim)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah Shorty feeling on me 'cause I got the Rock star jeans I don't use profanity I use the gun, off him Treat him like a drum Imma beat him then I toss him Blow his brains up then I put him up for auction Give me brain bitch I don't really like the talking I don't f*ck with hate so better talk it how you walk it Diamonds on me dripping, some of the bitches call me faucet Let me chill the f*ck out 'cause I might just get lost in it I'm a fucking psycho Imma start a fucking moshpit Yeah, start a mosh-pit Yeah start a mosh-pit Yeah start a mosh-pit Yeah start a mosh-pit What the f*ck he hating on I don't rock the motherfucking V-lone This some different shit Rock star jeans, Zippers on my shit Rock star shit, Rock star shit Uh, I got bikers, I'm a ghost rider And your bitch on my dick but she don't fight it Bend my pickle in her Fucking goodnight it I don't like cats Imma beat it up Imma smash this guitar on your head How bout it You ain't livin' past tonight playboy I doubt it I never had a good day Never seen a good one in a long time might blow up and rage Aye They think we are alone Got nothing to prove Just a sad little boy who can't control his cool The world around us closes Anti-social closet Freaks on every corner Made up my mind, I live for honor Love me or hate it Stay in your lane Shit Anti-social clique Imma smash this guitar on your head How bout it You ain't livin' past tonight playboy I doubt it I never had a good day Never seen a good one in a long time might blow up and rage Please get the f*ck out my face I might just blow out his brains Blow out his brains Accurate range Accurate range, I bring 'em pain