DaBoii, G Perico - No You Not lyrics

[DaBoii, G Perico - No You Not lyrics]

Yeah, I ain't fucking wit' you bitches
I ain't fucking wit' you niggas
I ain't fucking wit' you bitches
Yeah, on the, yeah

I ain't fucking wit' you niggas
I ain't fucking wit' you bitches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on
They block? These niggas chickens
I be runnin' up that bag
Bitch I be runnin' up them digit's
You can't take the heat? Then get
The fuck up out the kitchen
Nigga never to the neck
Me and 40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
Nigga shit ain't been the same since
My brodie and them died
You gon' do what? Nigga no you niggas not

I ain't fucking wit' you niggas
I ain't fucking wit' you bitches
Why you in the hood without
Your gun? You niggas slippin'
I thought that boy was real
He started faking for a image
I gave her good dick
Now she walking like a pigeon
Pussy niggas throwing blitz up on the net
Bitch be specific
Boy you bet not have no work there in
Your whip 'cause bro will bip it
I got niggas that I love that I don't see
I keep my distance
Boy I'll hit the road with my
Bitch before I ship it
Yeah lean on the floor
Keep it lit for all the thugs
Lil' nigga try and take my bitch, hmm, tuh
And nigga you ain't down to slide?
Nigga why you got your gun?
And I'll spit up on a opp grave, hmm, puh
Yep, disrespectful fuck what you rep foo'
Told baby bend that ass over I'ma bless you
Bitch you ain't special, get gone, let loose
Told brodie if he fall, never trip
I'ma catch you

I ain't fucking wit' you niggas
I ain't fucking wit' you bitches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on
They block? These niggas chickens
I be runnin' up that bag
Bitch I be runnin' up them digit's
You can't take the heat? Then get
The fuck up out the kitchen
Nigga never to the neck
Me and 40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
Nigga shit ain't been the same since
My brodie and them died
You gon' do what? Nigga no you niggas not
On the gang nigga

Shit ain't been the same since
They killed my nigga Coley i'm on the edge
So watch how you approach me
South Central niggas can't get
Caught without a gat
That nigga acting hard but if he get caught
He might rat
My role model sold dope and gave me a pistol
When I took it I was just happy
To be hanging with that nigga
Talking to the cops that's what we don't do
You ain't gotta make no threats
Nigga just come through
I'm on a race against time, in the streets
Behind the tint in a Benz with a 223
I ain't fucking with these niggas
'cause these niggas I can't trust
Use these bitches for a nut
When I'm done eat my dust
We ain't gotta fake shit
Nigga fuck your feelings
I'm all about my money
Getting away I gots to 'cute
I'm all about my gang
Shout out the Broadways
From the hundred's to the fifty's 'til
They put me in my grave

I ain't fucking wit' you niggas
I ain't fucking wit' you bitches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on
They block? These niggas chickens
I be runnin' up that bag
Bitch I be runnin' up them digit's
You can't take the heat? Then get
The fuck up out the kitchen
Nigga never to the neck
Me and 40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
Nigga shit ain't been the same since
My brodie and them died
You gon' do what? Nigga no you niggas not
On the gang nigga

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