Lancey Foux - AINT THIS lyrics
Lance Omal
[Lancey Foux - AINT THIS lyrics]
Tr Trench kept telling me to
Allow it but I can't
(They must think I'm some American yout
Fam) trench was like I gotta make-
(You should make something fucked)
I gotta make them-
I gotta make them normal tunes
But I can't, fam
Some dickhead ting out here fam (Hey)
Uh, uh huh
That shit ain't this (Hey)
I don't know what that is
But that shit ain't this (Huh?)
Tiny got the 'matic
I'm a trap king like TIP (TIP)
I'm a real ghost, I'm out
Here, tryna find me?, you wish
(Hey) benihana, chop a dead body
I'ma put it on a dish (Serve it up)
Arthritis, your whole gang
Dismantle your clique (Huh)
Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up)
Pussy, you can bite your gums
But you can't bite this (Dickhead)
From what angle? (Huh?)
Big shank go stir fry, leave a man tangled
(Trust)
Big man come against the gang, get manhandled
(Dickhead)
Four-four's and big spinners anywhere
The gang go (Hey)
Trench told me to allow the greaze
'til a man already burnt i can't
Niggas think I'm out here like Smokepurpp
I can't
Niggas think I'm out here like Lil Pump
(Gucci Gang) i can't
I want all the smoke 'til
The nigga Pink Runtz (Huh?)
It's Lance, dickhead (Haha)
It's Lance, I am not an American yout
(Trust) tryna turn up the heat
I'll put the pressure on you (yeah)
You're not from my street
You ain't got my view (No)
Got a gun licence, cool (Dickhead)
Got the shank my waist, go on and try me
You fool (Fool)
Bullets ain't got no names
But this stainless here for you (Phew)
I come through serving the base
I'm shotting the cadence too (Chyeah)
That shit ain't this (Huh?)
I don't know what that is
But that shit ain't this (No)
Tiny got the 'matic
I'm a trap king like TIP (Hey)
I'm a real ghost, I'm out
Here, tryna find me?, you wish
(Hey) benihana, chop a dead body
I'ma put it on a dish (Rock it)
Arthritis, your whole gang
Dismantle your clique (yeah)
Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up)
Pussy, you can bite your gums
But you can't bite this (Dickhead)
Allow it but I can't
(They must think I'm some American yout
Fam) trench was like I gotta make-
(You should make something fucked)
I gotta make them-
I gotta make them normal tunes
But I can't, fam
Some dickhead ting out here fam (Hey)
Uh, uh huh
That shit ain't this (Hey)
I don't know what that is
But that shit ain't this (Huh?)
Tiny got the 'matic
I'm a trap king like TIP (TIP)
I'm a real ghost, I'm out
Here, tryna find me?, you wish
(Hey) benihana, chop a dead body
I'ma put it on a dish (Serve it up)
Arthritis, your whole gang
Dismantle your clique (Huh)
Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up)
Pussy, you can bite your gums
But you can't bite this (Dickhead)
From what angle? (Huh?)
Big shank go stir fry, leave a man tangled
(Trust)
Big man come against the gang, get manhandled
(Dickhead)
Four-four's and big spinners anywhere
The gang go (Hey)
Trench told me to allow the greaze
'til a man already burnt i can't
Niggas think I'm out here like Smokepurpp
I can't
Niggas think I'm out here like Lil Pump
(Gucci Gang) i can't
I want all the smoke 'til
The nigga Pink Runtz (Huh?)
It's Lance, dickhead (Haha)
It's Lance, I am not an American yout
(Trust) tryna turn up the heat
I'll put the pressure on you (yeah)
You're not from my street
You ain't got my view (No)
Got a gun licence, cool (Dickhead)
Got the shank my waist, go on and try me
You fool (Fool)
Bullets ain't got no names
But this stainless here for you (Phew)
I come through serving the base
I'm shotting the cadence too (Chyeah)
That shit ain't this (Huh?)
I don't know what that is
But that shit ain't this (No)
Tiny got the 'matic
I'm a trap king like TIP (Hey)
I'm a real ghost, I'm out
Here, tryna find me?, you wish
(Hey) benihana, chop a dead body
I'ma put it on a dish (Rock it)
Arthritis, your whole gang
Dismantle your clique (yeah)
Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up)
Pussy, you can bite your gums
But you can't bite this (Dickhead)