Trippie Redd, Lil Mosey - This Ain't That lyrics

Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It's just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy
Huh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Niggas be talkin' shit
But they ain't with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin' shit
Then he gon' get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin' shit
Then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you
Ain't with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain't that, for
Real, this ain't that, for real
You's a bitch, you's a lick
Nigga, this ain't that, for real
You's a bitch, you should quit
Nigga, this ain't that, for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that
For real

No, legit, you's a bitch
Nigga, this ain't that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain't that
For real
I'm a fucking walking lick, but nigga
This ain't that for real yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper
Make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin', do the runnin' man
Uh would've threw a party, I
Ain't got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that's to the end
Uh would've used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting 223's, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you 'posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling
The way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I'm with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

Niggas be talkin' shit
But they ain't with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin' shit
Then he gon' get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin' shit
Then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you
Ain't with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain't that, for
Real, this ain't that, for real
You's a bitch, you's a lick
Nigga, this ain't that, for real
You's a bitch, you should quit
Nigga, this ain't that, for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that
For real

I'm with 14, we gon' float through smokin' OG
This bitch loud, it's some gas
Got me choking walking through my city
Shaking bullets off me
Know my wrist is crazy, bitch
Look how it's flashin'
You ain't with the shit's
I can tell, bullets, they hot like hell
(Boom) thinking 'bout buying the world and a
New crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but
Nigga, I'm riding with gunners, uh
I'm just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin' his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them
We ain't doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it
We still causing havoc (Uh, huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no
I don't wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money
I'm throwing a band
Backwood, I'm smoking on gas
I'm finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt 'til I hop in a Wraith
And I'm running from 12 and
I'm doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck 'cause money up on her

Niggas be talkin' shit
But they ain't with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin' shit
Then he gon' get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin' shit
Then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you
Ain't with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain't that, for
Real, this ain't that, for real
You's a bitch, you's a lick
Nigga, this ain't that, for real
You's a bitch, you should quit
Nigga, this ain't that, for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that
For real