It Ain't Nun
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon', he gon make a scene, yeah
(She gon' make a scene, yeah)
The way I put it in
I keep bankroll in my jeans, yeah
Lean what I sip, yeah
(What I sip, yeah)
It ain't what it seems
You could never trust me
Hella hoes on my phone
They tryna rush me
Hella blunts to the dome
It ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
I swear, it ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
It ain't nun
I'm gon' hit and run like I'm drunk
I got lean all inside my cup
I fell in love and I found out she a slut
I can't make this shit up
I drop a pill and I stir it up
I swear, it feels like I'm sipping mud
This shit got me fucked up
I could never lie that's on my son
Even though I ain't got a son
I think about you when I write songs
Why the fuck you left me alone?
I'm-I'm-I'm gon' hit you from the back
And act like I don't know you
I got racks inside my safe
And racks that I'm gon blow
I got hoes that ain't gon ever see the light of day
I still think about you anyways
I got lean in my soda
Step in Balenci'
Swerve a Rover
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon', she gon' make a scene, yeah
(She gon' make a scene, yeah)
The way I put it in
I keep bankroll in my jeans, yeah
Lean what I sip, yeah
(What I sip, yeah)
It ain't what it seems
You could never trust me
Hella hoes on my phone
They tryna rush me
Hella blunts to the dome
It ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
I swear, it ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
It ain't nun
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon', he gon make a scene, yeah
(She gon' make a scene, yeah)
The way I put it in
I keep bankroll in my jeans, yeah
Lean what I sip, yeah
(What I sip, yeah)
It ain't what it seems
You could never trust me
Hella hoes on my phone
They tryna rush me
Hella blunts to the dome
It ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
I swear, it ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
It ain't nun
I'm gon' hit and run like I'm drunk
I got lean all inside my cup
I fell in love and I found out she a slut
I can't make this shit up
I drop a pill and I stir it up
I swear, it feels like I'm sipping mud
This shit got me fucked up
I could never lie that's on my son
Even though I ain't got a son
I think about you when I write songs
Why the fuck you left me alone?
I'm-I'm-I'm gon' hit you from the back
And act like I don't know you
I got racks inside my safe
And racks that I'm gon blow
I got hoes that ain't gon ever see the light of day
I still think about you anyways
I got lean in my soda
Step in Balenci'
Swerve a Rover
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon', she gon' make a scene, yeah
(She gon' make a scene, yeah)
The way I put it in
I keep bankroll in my jeans, yeah
Lean what I sip, yeah
(What I sip, yeah)
It ain't what it seems
You could never trust me
Hella hoes on my phone
They tryna rush me
Hella blunts to the dome
It ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
I swear, it ain't nothing
It ain't nothing
It ain't nun
Credits
Writer(s): Leonardo Bacchelli
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