Not It

I practice what I preach I never falter at the altar
Got everybody's number man even the private callers
Until they getting trucked every fuck wanna be a baller
It's the weakness of the being not the power of the dollar
These hoes wanna holler partner I'ma make 'em scream
I'm bout to get buttered for that cream I'm a fiend
They say they did it dolo but we know they got a team
Lying motherfuckers telling stories setting scenes
I put 'em on they ass it's over for that balderdash
I made a quarter of bubble then I smoked up all the hash
I'm hitting licks coming away with all that I can grab
I'm getting rich them niggas jealous so they getting mad
And I must've forgot to give a fuck oh well
It's bitches riding dick and it suckers riding my coattails
Niggas hyped up off of yay telling coke tails
I'm lamping in this hotel listening to hoe tails

I'm coming out my cock bitch I'm not coming out my pockets
Some niggas think they got it but it's not it
And a lot of them fools act like they allergic to logic
They still think they got it but it's not it
Look I'm coming out my cock bitch I ain't coming out my pockets
Some niggas think they got it but it's not it
And a lot of them fools act like they allergic to logic
They still think they got it but it's not it

Do not be silly just keep that shit a milli with me
Don't try and force my foot when that shoe really doesn't fit me
Bitch pay attention and respect me you don't need to get me
And I got love for those of y'all who truly came to help me
But all the others could get smothered in they doubt and hate
If I say I'm coming then it's going somewhere round your face
When you hear them demons howling baby that's the sound of fate
Big stepping heavy walking devils make the ground shake
I do the breaking I don't take any I'm working hard
That pussy yours but the purse is ours
Some can't accept accountability they cursing God
And I ain't never seen that bullshit get a person far
Quit playing the blame game that shit is for lames mane
Made myself dope and I could make my bitch the same thang
I'm from the south side of my city we don't gang bang
We get chips from the strip smoke a grip and maintain

I'm coming out my cock bitch I'm not coming out my pockets
Some niggas think they got it but it's not it
And a lot of them fools act like they allergic to logic
They still think they got it but it's not it
Look I'm coming out my cock bitch I ain't coming out my pockets
Some niggas think they got it but it's not it
And a lot of them fools act like they allergic to logic
They still think they got it but it's not it