Skeme, Dame Don - Not Us lyrics
[Skeme, Dame Don - Not Us lyrics]
Ay, topside topside
Bitch this gang way too good
Then I be charging top dollars
All these niggas with me dogs
Red noses, rottweilers
We in benzes not impalas
With these cuban links on collars (ay)
You bring your bitch around the gang
I bring the bop out her
You could bet your life and by the
Dollar I get top out her
That good pussy on G-O-D get beat
Up and then rock bottom
Type of nigga that knock her the
Next fifteen then forgot bout her
That's on the fam, bitch
Mad shit, keep shit mafia
Don't understand how any nigga next to
Ya won't slide for ya
These rap checks start stompin' up
We back with that tilapia
Talk bout that fishscale
Make that foreign fishtale
Ok you say that's wifey
Boy we know that bitch well
Lil bro gang got good prices on
Them pints and blue pills
Tell a broke bitch, oh well
Give no fuck how you feel
Fuck around and take a blank check
To lock up new wheels nigga
Bitch don't be dumb
I'm not the 5, 4, 3, 2 or the 1
Bet that bag get dropped off on your top
We a get it done bitch don't be dumb
I'm not the 5, 4, 3, 2 or the 1
Bet that bag get dropped off on your top
Shit get it done
Suckas salty tryna find out how I got up
Bitch what you should be worrying bout
Is why you not up tell a bop
Don't run your mouth just run that guap up
Gang gang too up and ain't a
Damn thing on top us
We ain't the same, boy you not us
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
Stackin' put a lotta whole lotta comma
Whole lotta comma money be the motto
You don't want no problem
Get a nigga lined up eatin' Benni Hana
Nah we ain't pouring lines up
We sippin' out the bottle now
We ain't pouring wine up
They came from the dark
Here to fuck her proper gucci on my collar
Fuckin' up the profit
Seen a matching purse too
She want me to cop it baby think she up too
For me then you got it
Plug like the way I'm comin
Back and finna drop it
Came from the bottom where I'm
At and finna rock it
I just put the deal on the optic
Finna drop it i just want the mill
I ain't worried bout what's poppin
Suckas salty tryna find out how I got up
Bitch what you should be worrying bout
Is why you not up tell a bop
Don't run your mouth just run that guap up
Gang gang too up and ain't a
Damn thing on top us
We ain't the same, boy you not us
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
Stackin' put a lotta whole lotta comma
Bitch this gang way too good
Then I be charging top dollars
All these niggas with me dogs
Red noses, rottweilers
We in benzes not impalas
With these cuban links on collars (ay)
You bring your bitch around the gang
I bring the bop out her
You could bet your life and by the
Dollar I get top out her
That good pussy on G-O-D get beat
Up and then rock bottom
Type of nigga that knock her the
Next fifteen then forgot bout her
That's on the fam, bitch
Mad shit, keep shit mafia
Don't understand how any nigga next to
Ya won't slide for ya
These rap checks start stompin' up
We back with that tilapia
Talk bout that fishscale
Make that foreign fishtale
Ok you say that's wifey
Boy we know that bitch well
Lil bro gang got good prices on
Them pints and blue pills
Tell a broke bitch, oh well
Give no fuck how you feel
Fuck around and take a blank check
To lock up new wheels nigga
Bitch don't be dumb
I'm not the 5, 4, 3, 2 or the 1
Bet that bag get dropped off on your top
We a get it done bitch don't be dumb
I'm not the 5, 4, 3, 2 or the 1
Bet that bag get dropped off on your top
Shit get it done
Suckas salty tryna find out how I got up
Bitch what you should be worrying bout
Is why you not up tell a bop
Don't run your mouth just run that guap up
Gang gang too up and ain't a
Damn thing on top us
We ain't the same, boy you not us
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
Stackin' put a lotta whole lotta comma
Whole lotta comma money be the motto
You don't want no problem
Get a nigga lined up eatin' Benni Hana
Nah we ain't pouring lines up
We sippin' out the bottle now
We ain't pouring wine up
They came from the dark
Here to fuck her proper gucci on my collar
Fuckin' up the profit
Seen a matching purse too
She want me to cop it baby think she up too
For me then you got it
Plug like the way I'm comin
Back and finna drop it
Came from the bottom where I'm
At and finna rock it
I just put the deal on the optic
Finna drop it i just want the mill
I ain't worried bout what's poppin
Suckas salty tryna find out how I got up
Bitch what you should be worrying bout
Is why you not up tell a bop
Don't run your mouth just run that guap up
Gang gang too up and ain't a
Damn thing on top us
We ain't the same, boy you not us
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
All I did was stay down
I had to run that guap up
Stackin' put a lotta whole lotta comma