Amid the haze of sold-out arenas and whispered feuds, YoungBoy Never Broke Again crafts confessions that feel like late-night texts from the edge—raw, restless, and laced with that unmistakable Baton Rouge bite. “Anti-Social,” a standout from his sprawling Slime Cry album, captures the thug poet in full retreat, juggling champagne highs with codeine lows while dodging the spotlight’s glare. It’s a window into the isolation that fame amplifies, where every verse drips with the tension of a man who’s won the game but lost the peace. Listeners chasing that emotional gut-punch are already looping it, drawn to lines that blur bravado and heartbreak.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | JB Sauced Up, Gucceo, Mally Mall & Simo Fre |
| Label | Never Broke Again & Motown Records |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Never Broke Again |
| Distributor | Universal Music Group |
Lyrics of Anti-Social by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Intro]
(Mally Mall)
(Simo Fre Just Killed It)
[Verse 1]
1980 Shift, Pressin’ On The Highway
Come Here, How You Doin’, Sexy?
Let’s Go Back To My Place
Tryna Tell Her That I’m Selfish, I Don’t Wan’ Do It, If It Ain’t My Way
Tryna Finish With My Tour, So The Jet I Lured Back To Norway
[Chorus]
I Done Ran It Up (Ran It Up), We’ll Be Poppin’ Bottles, ’til The Sun Come Up (Come Up)
I Be Trappin’ With My Partners, So The Plug Slow Up (Slow Up)
And It’s Time
We Seen Them Things Are Not That Funny, Anymore
So, Excuse Me, If I’m Actin’ Anti-social
[Verse 2]
I Done Drunk So Much Of Lean, I’m Overdosin’
I Ain’t With That Trollin’, Quit All That Actin’, Like You Know Me
Antidosis, Antidote, Hit The Boy, And Fall To Pieces
We’ll Kick A Door Quick, Make ’em Hit The Floor, And I Want All That Shit
Rockin’ Out (Rockin’ Out), Sold Out My Arena (Sold Out My Arena)
And The Bitch Been Givin’ Side Eyes, Told Her I’ll Leave Her (Bitch, I’ll Leave Ya)
Shoot This Bitch Up Like Joey Zaza, Onomatopoeia (Rrr, Rrr)
All My Problems, I’m Just Watchin’ Fall Down To My Liter
[Refrain]
She Say, “I Ain’t Wanna Hurt You, I Say I Won’t Need It” (Ha)
Girl, Why Did I Accept To Start To Cry, When You Leave It? (Ha)
I’m A Thug, And I’d Fight That Boy, For Your Love, I Can Beat Him (I Could Beat Him, Ha)
All The Opps And All The Unnecessary Girls, I Delete Them
[Chorus]
I Done Ran It Up, We’ll Be Poppin’ Bottles, ’til The Sun Come Up (Come Up)
I Be Trappin’ With My Partners, So The Plug Slow Up (Slow Up)
And It’s Time
We Seen Them Things Are Not That Funny, Anymore
So, Excuse Me, If I’m Actin’ Anti-social
[Verse 3]
Your Waterfall
I Create A Thunderstorm With These Guns
They’ll Be Rainin’ Down
Diamonds They Cover My Bed, It Pay ’cause I’m Drainin’, Can You Charge Me Up? (Yo)
[Refrain]
She Say, “I Ain’t Wanna Hurt You, I Say I Won’t Need It” (I Ain’t Wanna Write You)
Girl, Why Did I Accept To Start To Cry, When You Leave It? (Run It Up)
I’m A Thug, And I’d Fight That Boy, For Your Love, I Can Beat Him (I Could Beat Him)
All The Opps And All The Unnecessary Girls, I Delete Them
[Verse 4]
I Want The Whole House Furnished By Rick Owens Hisself (Oh)
I Want The Cannonball And Have It Signed By Johnny Depp (Oh)
I Wanna Pay For Doja Cat To Perform For Me (Oh)
I Wanna Attend My Own Show (Oh), So I Could See (Oh)
I Don’t Mean To Disrespect, The Hoe, Don’t Lie To Me Thug (Nah)
You Ain’t Gotta Pack Your Shit Up Out The Door, ’cause I’m Gon’ Leave (I’ma Leave)
You Don’t Want Me, Speak, Don’t Hold It In, I Told Her, “Let It Out”
Now, This Bitch Talkin’ ’bout My Lean, Makin’ Me Mad (Makin’ Me Mad)
Now This Bitch Talkin’ ’bout I Left Her Right On Seen (Right On Seen)
Showed Her What My Heart About, Now, She Don’t Wanna Leave (She Don’t Wanna Leave)
Forty-two Verse Sixteen, I Fell Out On Codeine
Chopper Loud
“How You Let That Clown Run Off?” We Done Fell Out Over A Bean
[Chorus]
I Done Ran It Up, We’ll Be Poppin’ Bottles, ’til The Sun Come Up (Come Up)
I Be Trappin’ With My Partners, So The Plug Slow Up (Slow Up)
And It’s Time
We Seen Them Things Are Not That Funny, Anymore
So, Excuse Me, If I’m Actin’ Anti-social
[Outro]
I’m Actin’ Anti-social
Ah, Ah, 5
About “Anti-Social by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”
YoungBoy Never Broke Again barricades the heart with “Anti-Social,” a moody trap confessional where luxury flexes mask the ache—intoxicating, introspective, and impossible to shake.
Peel back the layers, and “Anti-Social” simmers in the vein of melodic trap with a Southern soul twist, its production a brooding cocktail of shimmering synths and thunderous 808s courtesy of JB Sauced Up, Gucceo, Mally Mall, and Simo Fre. The themes? A whirlwind of self-imposed exile: overindulgence as escape, fleeting romances that sting like withdrawals, and the paranoia of prosperity where trust is the real contraband. The mood lands somewhere between euphoric escape and quiet unraveling—like popping bottles at dawn only to stare at an empty bed—making it a sonic diary entry for anyone who’s ever ghosted their own life.
Slime Cry, YoungBoy’s ninth studio effort and a cornerstone of his relentless output, unfolds as a slime-season manifesto: 30 tracks of brotherhood anthems, betrayal ballads, and redemption raps that weave his juvenile lore with hard-won wisdom. It’s his most vulnerable yet, trading some of the rapid-fire aggression for atmospheric builds that let the emotions breathe, all while nodding to the “4s” code—respect, freedom, loyalty, what’s important. Dropped just two days ago on January 16 via Never Broke Again and Atlantic, the album’s already a streaming juggernaut, with Slime Cry teasing visuals and a tour rollout that promises to turn arenas into therapy circles. Hit Spotify for the full dive; the pre-release hype from his cryptic IG stories had fans mapping every barcode like treasure.
Now 26 and navigating house arrest with the ferocity of a caged lion, YoungBoy’s in peak evolution mode—channeling legal shadows and personal tempests into music that feels like evolution in real time. “Anti-Social” spotlights that shift: more narrative depth, fewer disses, a nod to the global jet-set life (shoutout to Norway) that contrasts his roots, proving he’s not just surviving the spotlight but reshaping it. In a discog that’s birthed icons like AI YoungBoy 2 and Don’t Try This at Home, this track carves its niche as the quiet storm—the one that lingers after the bass fades, underscoring why he’s rap’s most prolific pulse-taker, turning scars into streams.
Layer in those surreal flexes—wanting Doja Cat on private payroll or a Johnny Depp-signed cannonball—and you get YoungBoy’s wild imagination at play, a thug’s fever dream where excess meets existential dread. As Slime Cry climbs charts and sparks think-pieces on his mental maze, “Anti-Social” stands as the emotional anchor, a reminder that even kings crave the dark. In 2026’s oversaturated scene, where everyone’s performing, his pullback hits hardest—authentic isolation in an era of endless connection.
YoungBoy’s latest era pulses with this push-pull of shine and shadow, and “Anti-Social” is the track that makes you hit pause, reflect, repeat.
