Ain't Like That
They ain't flung no corn 'round these sides
It's sad these man ain't like that
She likes it when she's on the bike back
Barks off, it don't bite back
You ain't like that
These man ain't got no corn
Picking it up
Billing him up
We got a drop on a opp
Filling it up
Not sipping enough
Kicking him up
They ain't flung no corn 'round these sides
It's sad, these man ain't like that
Bare vibes on the ride with a hottie
She likes it when she's on the bike back
I call this one a rotty, cah it barks off, it don't bite back
You was a good yute, you ain't like that
All the Feds really wanna indict man
These man ain't got no corn
When we fling ours they're picking it up
Catch me a opp, I'm chinging him up
Who's that opp? I'm billing him up
We got a drop on a opp
We're doing nuttin' to the dings but filling it up
I'm sober as fuck, not sipping enough
Main road beat down, kicking him up
I done HMP with M
I won't be eating noodles again
Two sweet little lighties, leng
They know the LT's put work on them
Run a man down with a rambo
It's getting too bait, let's creep & kweng
Wind down the window, skeet and jet
All of these man just using legs
Push work not threats, and we all got bands
Still run from TSG vans
You see me, I ain't tryna get swammed
You must be mad
I done it with Skid like he done it with man
Spend 'nuff bags and we make it back
You can never be like gang
You could never be my bros
LT'O, we pop smoke
Free Slim, free Jo
And it's only now she wanna know
Tell the opps it's not a joke
It can't be us you wanna provoke
Little baddie got the whole load
I pour Henny straight down her throat
They ain't flung no corn 'round these sides
It's sad, these man ain't like that
Bare vibes on the ride with a hottie
She likes it when she's on the bike back
I call this one a rotty, cah it barks off, it don't bite back
You was a good yute, you ain't like that
All the Feds really wanna indict man
These man ain't got no corn, when we fling ours they're picking it up
Catch me a opp, I'm chinging him up
Who's that opp? I'm billing him up
We got a drop on a opp
We're doing nuttin' to the dings but filling it up
I'm sober as fuck, not sipping enough
Main road beat down, kicking him up
It's sad these man ain't like that
She likes it when she's on the bike back
Barks off, it don't bite back
You ain't like that
These man ain't got no corn
Picking it up
Billing him up
We got a drop on a opp
Filling it up
Not sipping enough
Kicking him up
They ain't flung no corn 'round these sides
It's sad, these man ain't like that
Bare vibes on the ride with a hottie
She likes it when she's on the bike back
I call this one a rotty, cah it barks off, it don't bite back
You was a good yute, you ain't like that
All the Feds really wanna indict man
These man ain't got no corn
When we fling ours they're picking it up
Catch me a opp, I'm chinging him up
Who's that opp? I'm billing him up
We got a drop on a opp
We're doing nuttin' to the dings but filling it up
I'm sober as fuck, not sipping enough
Main road beat down, kicking him up
I done HMP with M
I won't be eating noodles again
Two sweet little lighties, leng
They know the LT's put work on them
Run a man down with a rambo
It's getting too bait, let's creep & kweng
Wind down the window, skeet and jet
All of these man just using legs
Push work not threats, and we all got bands
Still run from TSG vans
You see me, I ain't tryna get swammed
You must be mad
I done it with Skid like he done it with man
Spend 'nuff bags and we make it back
You can never be like gang
You could never be my bros
LT'O, we pop smoke
Free Slim, free Jo
And it's only now she wanna know
Tell the opps it's not a joke
It can't be us you wanna provoke
Little baddie got the whole load
I pour Henny straight down her throat
They ain't flung no corn 'round these sides
It's sad, these man ain't like that
Bare vibes on the ride with a hottie
She likes it when she's on the bike back
I call this one a rotty, cah it barks off, it don't bite back
You was a good yute, you ain't like that
All the Feds really wanna indict man
These man ain't got no corn, when we fling ours they're picking it up
Catch me a opp, I'm chinging him up
Who's that opp? I'm billing him up
We got a drop on a opp
We're doing nuttin' to the dings but filling it up
I'm sober as fuck, not sipping enough
Main road beat down, kicking him up
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Writer(s): Morris James Jones
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