Aint It lyrics

[Chorus]
My mom like "Put down your cup"
I hate hearing that little sh*t
I'm a grown man on my sh*t
How you expect I got them licks?
How you expect I got these bands?
How you expect I got this b*tch?
How you expect I got this rich?
Disrespect right on my stick

[Verse]
I been arguing with my fam, and that little sh*t ain't it
Finna pop in the world with a tic, I been popping these percs like a zit
I been popping a whole lotta tags, I been popping a whole lotta sh*t
In the game, on gang can't sit, and my wrist what you thought was p*ssed
Why the f*ck would I call his b*tch? And these ho's be on my di*k
When they sh*t with us, they click, ain't taking advice, you ain't rich
I'ma take my time wit this money, though, I'ma turn a 3 to a 6
Ain't doing none with these funny ho's 'causе these lil ho's take vids
I ain't crying 'bout sh*t I fixеd, pitching loyalty to my kid
I'ma teach him how to tote that blick

I can't listen to just anything
And the pape' just got my wedding ring
And this cup filled up with candy paint
I was stuck down in the rain
Nobody put any strains
So I've been smoking many strains
She don't listen, she got mini brain
I pour six in Minute Maid
This money make me feel a way
The teacher made me peep the game

I stop arguing about that lil sh*t
Make money, ignore the bullsh*t
More money, more problems, more b*tches
I don't got time 'cause I be doing sh*t

[Chorus]
My mom like "Put down your cup"
I hate hearing that little sh*t
I'm a grown man on my sh*t, I'm a grown man on my-
How you expect I got these licks?
How you expect I got these bands?
How you expect I got this b*tch?
How you expect I got this rich?
How you expect I got this rich?
How you expect I got this rich?
How you expect I got this rich?
Disrespect right on my stick

[Outro]
How you expect I got these bands?
How you expect I got this b*tch?
How you expect I got these licks?
How you expect I got this sh*t?
I'm expecting [?]
I'm expecting when I get that lick
I'm expecting when I get that