Dis Ain't What You Want ft. Keal K. & Beezy Lyrics

Once I get up in that mood, I think it's time to turn it up

I been holding the control and now they tryna press they luck

Thinkin' they can never fuck with this, it's time to give it up

Like that bullshit they been doin' but ain't makin' them no funds

It's only fans up in this party, we too deep up in this bitch

Cause if they try to touch my body, then my niggas brought the switch

They put they hands up on they hip, they grab the grip, you better dip

The way these niggas sendin' shots, we comin' back up, niggas tip

5-5-6 is hollowtips, how we gone spin and hit they shit

Caught him lackin' on his block and made his ass go run a blitz

He thought he was cool, tryna act like we ain't put his brother on that

Channel 7, Channel 2, and Channel 9

He thought he could play with us, my hittas clutchin' on that 5

Dissin' on the guys that get you sent straight to the sky

He tried to play, we caught him on the block and he was on some live

Thought that shit was finna save his life, but he still got hit with that fye

About to meet your maker

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, I say we gon' spawn with the 4-5's automatic glocks

We hit witnesses straight through his block and hit his fuckin' top

I say me and Keal K in the studio like, what you want

He want smoke, then we let off them shots and hit him in his dome

My dick heavy like a pistol, main homies need some tissue

Pop out all black, no visual, with Keal and Beezy it'll get critical

Can't touch me like a physical, RicchieMoney not hip to you

You bet not try my intelligence, you got her Coach, she want Chanelly bag

She a demon, but she really Heaven Sent, let me hide the drugs and I'll pay the rent

Sike, I ain't payin' no rent, girl, go pay your own

I'ma spend this money on my bros, gettin' some diamonds and some gold

I can't put no diamonds or no gold up on the ho

Tryna stack my bag so I can buy my momma a home (type shit)

Tryna put my brothers and my momma in a brand new Rose (type shit)

Fuck he talkin' bout, I tell him, man, these bitches stop hittin' up on my phone

They keep blowin' up my phone, that shit don't piss me off

Type shit, they don't wanna fight this

They know how I'm strikin', tell him he can't fight me

Shawty got some pretty teeth and she be tryna bite me

Tell her to get up off of me and let me sit my gas station icy

I promise I'm the one these niggas want and what they need

If he wanna take the lead, he gotta come and follow me

I ain't interested in what he got, so I'm unfollowing

Unless he give me what I want and then it gotta come in threes

But this ain't what you want, this ain't what you want

You, you, this ain't what you want

You, you, this ain't what you want

You, you, this ain't what you want