Aint Wit Dat ft. 218BankBoy Lyrics

Look, yo these niggas like to talk And I ain't with that chit chat

Last time you seen him, I don't know he must got kidnapped

Pooh Shiesty mask yeah you know I'm with that get back

Five in the morning, catch him yawnin' push his shit back

Hog tied his hands, tying his hands behind his back

Then beat him with the pistol till the handle start to crack

I ain't playin' with these niggas, so don't play around with me

Yeah I paid for these shells, but you can catch a bullet free

Thirty rounds, send his ass up

And tell your dead homie that his killer said what's up

It's fucked up, you gotta learn to speak about the dead

And boy goin' crazy, count a psycho in the head

All black, my whole attire, I can't show no love

Baby count this paper up for me, I ain't tryna fuck

Remember I was in the crib, stressin', broke as fuck

A lot of shit that changed me, now I'm Mr. Run It Up

Now I'm drivin' fast cars, bitch you can't pick me up

Opposition on my head, they tryna see what's up

Nigga better not try to buck, cause he gon' get put up

Nigga try to duck my blick, boy you dumb as fuck

I ain't said enough, nigga play I'll wrap him up

I don't like you niggas, I don't even fuck with niggas

I can't trust these bitches, pop out with a couple members

Blew like 20, got it back, bitch that was last September

Niggas actin' like they him, bitch you is not that nigga

In the track hawk, bitch I'm laid back with a couple bitches

Better not make me lean up close, this Glock gon' fix you, nigga

In the field like Randy Moss, I'm out here catchin' plays

Takin' risks like every day is too much on my plate

I been in and out the state, Fuck 12 and fuck the state