Dis Aint What They Want Lyrics

Oh my God it's the God

Plain instead of C&T

Oh my God it's the God

This ain't what they want

And this ain't what they want

This ain't what they want

This ain't what they want

And this ain't what they want

This ain't what they want

They fuckin' with me wrong

They get lined out and choke

If you gon' talk the talk

Boy you better be able to walk the walk

Well see bitch I don't walk

You can catch me steppin

You already know what I'm doin

I got it on me, lethal weapon

Yeah you fuckin' with me and my dogs

I swear to God this shit get reckless

And this ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

Boy I swear this shit get deadly

All that shit you talkin' is yet to impress me

You already know what I'm doin

You talkin' shit but ain't address me

So why in the fuck do you bitches

Think that I won't pull up with these switches

And then we can get it

Any day of the week

It don't matter any second

Any hour, any minute

Yeah you motherfuckers got them shots

But you won't even send them

Cause you a bunch of little hoes

I cannot really fuck with you

Why I'm droppin' foes

You already know what I'm doin

I'm reppin' my foes

Yeah so you pull up on my side

Dog you gon' see how that shit gon' go

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

This ain't what you want

The shit that we is on, boy

That is not the shit you want

Swear to God we pull up, dawg

And I swear to God that we accident prone

You might get one through your dome

Yeah, I told you little bitches

Shoulda just left us alone

But you didn't wanna listen

Bullets to your heart

We ain't knockin', we comin' in

You already know what I'm doin

I got my mask on, with my gun in hand

And I'm about to cause some motherfuckin' trouble, man

I am trouble, fuckin' trouble, man

Poppin' this bubble, pullin' up

Sendin' shots to him and his partner, sendin' doubles

Yeah, we ain't bein' subtle

That's what you get, tryna fuck up on Hustle

This ain't what you want

Oh my God, it's the God, platinum status NT

Oh my God, it's the God