I Don't Really (feat. AREYOUDOM & Rekkzone)
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
Locin' drankin' fuckin' blowin' ice
my shawty does it big
Pass the pipe give me that light then move on up to and shit
Chokin stick; took another rip
Jack and ganja, flickin' lit
Overdose, she getting sick, but the high won't quit cuz we out to flip
Rollin' rollin' on, I'm throwing up - it's all good
Smoking heavy, I hate the taste
Gon' cut the habit, I really should
Fought my battle
Young Chinee rockin' with the rabble
Poison bite, snake with a rattle
Bitch got a brand on me like cattle eeuugh
But I love the bitch, just tell the truth, project the blues
I pop the molly she on my stick
them fears abate, now time to cruise
She on the rod, crazy dumb like Bundy son-hee
Friday night with a brand new broad
Reach the bank, they could fund me mon-hee
Clap that ass, TNA pants all on my shit
Back to the booth, might break the glass
but her hip won't quick cuz she want that Aye
Boo got it boppin' now
Twerk up and down like a video chick
Talk of the town, best around
Y'all better believe the hoe got tricks
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
She wanna be wifey
But she don't really like me hmm
They just wanna bite me hmm
Cause I drip like IV hmm
What I charge like Type-C
Goin up, goin up, goin up, goin up it's pricey
They say I act bright like high beams
But don't you dare take me lightly
I'm like Wally with the flash
Or like Johnny with the cash
Y'all can't stop me wit the gas
Leave my problems in the past
I ain't really stressed
Matter fact I could care less (uh-huh)
You lookin pressed me I just press
My pockets stretch (uh-huh)
You lookin mad goin out sad
Me I stay bless (uh-huh)
I was down bad, I got the bag
You're just a pest (uh-huh)
Applying pressure
These s shook
Must be tremor
Watching my temper
Shit could get hot
Middle December
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
Locin' drankin' fuckin' blowin' ice
my shawty does it big
Pass the pipe give me that light then move on up to and shit
Chokin stick; took another rip
Jack and ganja, flickin' lit
Overdose, she getting sick, but the high won't quit cuz we out to flip
Rollin' rollin' on, I'm throwing up - it's all good
Smoking heavy, I hate the taste
Gon' cut the habit, I really should
Fought my battle
Young Chinee rockin' with the rabble
Poison bite, snake with a rattle
Bitch got a brand on me like cattle eeuugh
But I love the bitch, just tell the truth, project the blues
I pop the molly she on my stick
them fears abate, now time to cruise
She on the rod, crazy dumb like Bundy son-hee
Friday night with a brand new broad
Reach the bank, they could fund me mon-hee
Clap that ass, TNA pants all on my shit
Back to the booth, might break the glass
but her hip won't quick cuz she want that Aye
Boo got it boppin' now
Twerk up and down like a video chick
Talk of the town, best around
Y'all better believe the hoe got tricks
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
She wanna be wifey
But she don't really like me hmm
They just wanna bite me hmm
Cause I drip like IV hmm
What I charge like Type-C
Goin up, goin up, goin up, goin up it's pricey
They say I act bright like high beams
But don't you dare take me lightly
I'm like Wally with the flash
Or like Johnny with the cash
Y'all can't stop me wit the gas
Leave my problems in the past
I ain't really stressed
Matter fact I could care less (uh-huh)
You lookin pressed me I just press
My pockets stretch (uh-huh)
You lookin mad goin out sad
Me I stay bless (uh-huh)
I was down bad, I got the bag
You're just a pest (uh-huh)
Applying pressure
These s shook
Must be tremor
Watching my temper
Shit could get hot
Middle December
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
I don't really drink that much
I don't really act on lust
I don't really pop too much
I don't really chop in the cut
I don't really hock no pills
I don't really got that Mud
I don't really rock n' stunt
I don't really drop no blood
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Mok
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