I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
Lil' bro, stay on your side
Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language
She say that Santana not human, of course not
We finna put that lil' boy in the grave
And if he make a sound then he gettin' his corpse shot
Shawty said, "Tana, you socially anti?"
And I told her, "No, girl, I'm antisocial"
I-I-I-I-I don't like being 'round people sometimes
So the public keep sayin' I'm anti-local
Shawty told me that she keep gettin' wet
Like every time that she hear my vocals
Pull out my chopper, I'm shootin' at you and your gang
'Til that chopper start jammin', it's over