trippie redd feat. lil mosey - this ain't that lyrics
better listen closely, ayy, shoot a p-ssy n-gga acting nosy
it’s just big 14 and lil mosey, yeah
f-ck that ho,
you treat her like a trophy, huh (dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
n-gga’s be talkin’ sh-t but they ain’t with that sh-t for real
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t then he gon’ get his -ss k!lled
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t then he gon’ get his -ss spilled
you ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh-t for real
n-gga this ain’t that for real, this ain’t that for real
you’s a b-tch, you’s a lame n-gga, this ain’t that for real
you’s a b-tch, you should quit
n-gga this ain’t that for real
this ain’t that for real, this ain’t that for real
no legit, you’s a b-tch, n-gga, this ain’t that for real
uno with the pick, n-gga, this ain’t that for real
i’m a f-cking walking l!ck, but n-gga this ain’t that for real
yeah, yeah
shoot him with this choppa make his body dance, uh
choppa get to bussin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
would of threw a party, i ain’t got no friends, uh
all my n-ggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
would of used a glock but i used the f&n
shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
typical to shoot, at your head man
where the f-ck you ‘posed to keep a head band
like you b-tch,
but we balling the way that we shooting (what we shooting)
i got rings, i got rings, b-tch not like melo
b-tch i’m with the slimes, donatello, uh
lemme eat that kitty, baby h-llo
n-gga’s be talkin’ sh-t but they ain’t with that sh-t for real
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t then he gon’ get his -ss k!lled
f-ck n-gga talkin’ sh-t then he gon’ get his -ss spilled
you ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh-t for real
n-gga this ain’t that for real, this ain’t that for real
you’s a b-tch, you’s a lame n-gga, this ain’t that for real
you’s a b-tch, you should quit
n-gga this ain’t that for real
this ain’t that for real, this ain’t that for real
i’m with 14, we gon’ f-cking smoke an og
this big loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
know my riches cause these b-tches always flexin’
you ain’t with us as i can tell, bougie hot as h-ll
thinking about buying a well and a new crib for my momma, uh
always pull up with some drums
but n-gga i’m riding with gunners (boom)
i’m just wondering what kari would do
beatin’ his case, so i got him a juul
n-ggas was slatt down, we ain’t doing no acting
slide down ‘less you have it, we still causing havoc
we ride with the gang, no i don’t wanna be friends
i turn a five to a ten, money, i’m throwing a band
backwoods, i’m smoking the gas, i’m finna f-ck her and p-ss
skrrt skrrt i hop in the wraith,
when i’m running from 12 and i’m doing the dash
ooh, dripping like water
and she wanna f-ck with money up on her
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