NOT TH4T GUY ft. TWE1V2 Lyrics

Welcome to the life of perry motherfuckers (Yeah, fuck)

We're only just beginning

Keep that in mind (yeah, ah, yeah, ah ah)

(Twelve)

Ay, me and my boys yeah we sit in the back of the room playing PS5

Sitting up smoking that twizzy, we rolling it up doing shit all night (what!)

Prada to Gucci, to Fendi, Balenci' you see whatever I buy (cap!)

Got stacks on deck, we like runnin' the city (what!)

Yeah but I'm not that guy! (what!)

Eating some fries like a Five Guys

Yeah boy we cool, we the nice guys

ZeluB passed out like a high five

Playing with us, that's a nice try

Everything I do is just part of the team

We not booking up Tonkas like bye bye

Yeah but a blunt get you killed on the spot

So we smoking that mo'fucking zaza (zaza)

I took of the top (I took of the top)

I ride in the Benz' (I ride in the Benz')

We shoot and we drop (we shoot and we drop)

We gon' make you dance (we gon' make you dance)

This shit international

Taking the PJ, we fly in advance (we flying to France)

All of this lean in my bladder put me in a mo'fucking trance (what! what!)

Shut the fuck up before my pumpy starta yell

Klik, klik, kra, kra

Send that boy to hell (let's go!)

Shoutout to my dealing bro

I hope he doing well (free my brudda!)

Life that I be living, getting close to fairy tales

All these hot chicks 'round me bro

I don't know where to begin (don't know where to begin)

All these racks around me, bruh

I don't know where to stand (don't know where to stand)

My rap name lame habibi, so you can call me Brent (slatt)

Hop on my bike, let's get home and let's see where fuck it ends (woo)

I need more then a girl friend, bitch I need a girlfriend

I'm no fucking City Boy, I'd never fuck my girls friend (woo)

Don't need no popped titties bro, need someone fo' when the world ends (uhh)

Slatt, slatt, lil slatt (slatt! slatt!)

All of my slatts, they're all slatts

Mad baby dad pull up on me knowing his wife hood (his wife hood)

Bro was all talk, I made sure that now his brain cured

Next man, grab me by my neck, got his death secured (what?)

Would turn him to a skelly, so his bro can get him tattooed (ZeluB!)

Ay, me and my boys yeah we sit in the back of the room playing PS5

Sitting up smoking that twizzy, we rolling it up doing shit all night (what!)

Prada to Gucci, to Fendi, Balenci' you see whatever I buy (cap!)

Got stacks on deck, we like runnin' the city (what!)

Yeah but I'm not that guy! (what!)

Eating some fries like a Five Guys

Yeah boy we cool, we the nice guys

ZeluB passed out like a high five

Playing with us, that's a nice try

Everything I do is just part of the team

We not booking up Tonkas like bye bye

Yeah but a blunt get you killed on the spot

So we smoking that mo'fucking zaza (zaza)

I took of the top (I took of the top)

I ride in the Benz' (I ride in the Benz')

We shoot and we drop (we shoot and we drop)

We gon' make you dance (we gon' make you dance)

This shit international

Taking the PJ, we fly in advance (we flying to France)

All of this lean in my bladder put me in a mo'fucking trance (what! what!)

What!