No You Not lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I ain't f*cking wit' you b*tches
I ain't f*cking wit' you n*ggas
I ain't f*cking wit' you b*tches
Yeah, on the, yeah

[Chorus: DaBoii]
I ain't f*cking wit' you n*ggas, I ain't f*cking wit' you b*tches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n*ggas chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, b*tch I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
n*gga never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
n*gga sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? n*gga no you n*ggas not

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I ain't f*cking wit' you n*ggas, I ain't f*cking wit' you b*tches
Why you in the hood without your gun? You n*ggas slippin'
I thought that boy was real, he started faking for a image
I gave her good di*k, now she walking like a pigeon
pus*y n*ggas throwing blitz up on the net, b*tch be specific
Boy you bet not have no work there in your whip 'cause bro will bip it
I got n*ggas that I love that I don't see, I keep my distance
Boy I'll hit the road with my b*tch before I ship it
Yeah lean on the floor, keep it lit for all the thugs
Lil' n*gga try and take my b*tch, hmm, tuh
And n*gga you ain't down to slide? n*gga why you got your gun?
And I'll spit up on a opp grave, hmm, puh
Yep, disrespectful
f*ck what you rep foo'
Told baby bend that ass over I'ma bless you
b*tch you ain't special, get gone, let loose
Told brodie if he fall, never trip, I'ma catch you
[Chorus: DaBoii]
I ain't f*cking wit' you n*ggas, I ain't f*cking wit' you b*tches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n*ggas chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, b*tch I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
n*gga never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
n*gga sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? n*gga no you n*ggas not
On the gang n*gga

[Verse 2: G Perico]
sh*t ain't been the same since they killed my n*gga Coley
I'm on the edge, so watch how you approach me
South Central n*ggas can't get caught without a gat
That n*gga acting hard but if he get caught, he might rat
My role model sold dope and gave me a pistol
When I took it I was just happy to be hanging with that n*gga
Talking to the cops that's what we don't do
You ain't gotta make no threats, n*gga just come through
I'm on a race against time, in the streets, behind the tint
In a Benz with a .223
I ain't f*cking with these n*ggas, 'cause these n*ggas I can't trust
Use these b*tches for a nut, when I'm done eat my dust
We ain't gotta fake sh*t, n*gga f*ck your feelings
I'm all about my money, getting away I gots to 'cute
I'm all about my gang, shout out the Broadways
From the hundred's to the fifty's 'til they put me in my grave
[Chorus: DaBoii]
I ain't f*cking wit' you n*ggas, I ain't f*cking wit' you b*tches (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n*ggas chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, b*tch I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the f*ck up out the kitchen
n*gga never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
n*gga sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? n*gga no you n*ggas not
On the gang n*gga