Ain't Built Like That

Nigga play with me
He know he playin with his lifespan

Like Robert Downey jr, bitch you know I keep dat iron man

Fully loaded when I tote it
Glock that's my sidekick

His hoe got caught, ain't kno she was a thot, But thats my side bitch
Thick, with her fine ass

Fantasizing bout the bitch
Can't hit, with yo dry ass

Bass hittin, kickers shake shit
When I drive past

Nigga said that I was lacking, why the fuck he lie man
Pull up or just drop an addy, we gone see who slide then

We here, I ain't hidin
Fear, I ain't got nan
Pure, bitch I got aim

She be givin brains, but with you she playin mind games
Hit it from the back, pull on her tracks, Give her a migraine

Smash, on the first day
No bitch, I won't wait

Splash on her whole face
Dash, no I won't stay

Wild, bih I'm not tamed
Gas bitch, this octane

He thought he was finna send the blitz, Then the block came
Booooom, Let that glock bang
Zoom, then the cops came

Porsche on the freeway
Do the dash, call it horseplay

Move, stay in your lane
Let me do my shit, Bitch
Bye hoe, dismissed

Bands up, rich shit
Hand ups, gimme dat

He stand up, we split his shit
Kept playin games, well his stupid ass shoulda quit
Full clips, I'll shoot a movie, you won't get a skit
Wet up like saliva, when that toolie spit, Bitch
Niggas say they bout it, but they ain't bout shit
He get caught by them people, he gone fold, he gone snitch

10 On my wrist watch
Bitch this a Swiss watch

Rollie don't tick tock
Bussdown, big rocks

You ain't got a body
Why the fuck you got dem teardrops

Took his last pic with his gang
Now the pic cropped

It's over

BossMane Mf Tune
I'm too lit

Too legit, to quit
I'm gone do my shit

19 Double O
Bitch I'm from the Bricks

HS4L

We raise hell round dis bitch

You a bitch
You ain't fit, you ain't built like that

Try some stupid shit, and get you killed like that



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Writer(s): Jessie Ross
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