Ain't No Fun Lyrics

We don't do no walkdowns, we had to run them down

They be sneakin' dissin' on the gang, we had to gun them down

All that dissin' on them songs, why we not on town

Now you leakin' dead, and in the streets, we had to chalk you down

I was broke, man, I ain't had no hope, man, you was never around

Ride with the switch, make it flip, that's a hundred rounds

When I get rich, don't say my name, I ain't gon' turn around

I ain't gon' turn around

I got all the money and them guns, man, I don't need no clout

He Switched up for the fame, he was a lame, but I get it now

Every time I'm in the city, but they wanna hate me now

Don't trust nobody in the game, the reason why I got the blicky out

I said, we don't do no walkdowns, we had to run them down

They be dissin' on the gang, the reason why we had to gun them down

Now everybody gon' be mad because I'm chasin' to the bag

I can't trust these lil' thots because they feinin' for some cash

A lot of haters been in my city, I ain't never goin' back

Cause when I leave, I do a dash, that's why I had to change the stats

All that boostin' on them songs, but you ain't never caught a hat

I've been tryin' to leave them mitten but I'm always comin' back

Middle fingers to the, middle fingers to the rats

Cause when I saw that paperwork, when I see you, I'm on your ass

You thinkin' this a game? Still in the streets just like my dad

I remember I was young, Up at that store stealing some snacks

Man, you ain't MJ, this ARP will do you bad

Goin' through too much shit, I had to leave it in the past

If I ever sign a deal, they sayin' I'm switchin' up

Yeah, we puttin' belt 2 ass, we had to pick that switch up

Got my Glock doin' dispensin' you, think I'm doin' pickups

Choppa shoot you up and down, I ain't talkin' sit-ups

Throwin' dirt on my name, you know we had to dig you up

I ain't talkin' bout no whip, this ARP will pick you up

I was down up on the ground, then God had to lift me up

You ain't from my fuckin' city, nigga, you ain't real as us

Smokin' weed to ease the pain away, but I ain't healin' up

4-5 up on my waist, you know we had to kill you, bruh

Thats why yo ass ain't never got no money, you ain't gettin' up

Don't talk to me when you get broke, this Choppa had to fix you up

We don't do no walk-downs, we had to run them down

They was sneak dissin on the gang, we had to gun them down

All that dissin on them songs while we not in town

Now you leakin dead in the streets, we had to chalk you down

I was broke, man, I ain't had no hope, man, you ain't never around

Round with the switch, make it flip, that's a hundred miles

Ayy, when I get rich, don't say my name, I ain't gon' turn around

I ain't gon' turn around

I got all the mone, and the gun, man, I don't need no clout

Switched up for the fame, you some lame, but I get it now

Every time I'm in the city, but they wanna hate me now

Don't trust nobody in the gang, the reason why I got the blicky out

I said we don't do no walk-downs, we had to run them down

We had to run em down, we had to run em down

Dissin on the gang, the reason why we had to gun them down

Smokin weed to ease the pain away

But I ain't healing up, 45 up on my waist you know

We had to kill you, bruh that's why yo ass ain't never go no money

You ain't getting nun, don't talk to me when you get broke

This choppa had to fix you up

Bah, bah