I AIN’T GOING lyrics

[Intro]
Woo, GloRilla
n*gga talkin' 'bout puttin' his motherf*ckin' hands on me
He can bet I put his hands on his di*k
And play with that and some motherf*ckin' jerseys, n*gga
What the f*ck?
On the gang, gang

[Chorus]
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (No)
n*gga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
n*gga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Huh)
Think that boy obsessed (Uh), just to get back to this text (Hey)
n*gga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
n*gga, I ain't goin' for that sh*t, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that n*gga checked (Woo), and I got a check (Woo)
Okay, you 'bout that bread (Woo), put it on your head (On the gang)

[Verse 1]
We gon' find my brother, n*gga, must ain't know I was jackin' (The f*ck?)
But f*ck that sh*t, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen
Go and pick him out a casket (Yeah), put him on the casket (Woo)
This Glock twenty-three make him sing, don't think that I'm just rappin'
Tappin' in, shoot, rappin', make him dance like Michael Jackson (Okay)
These n*ggas get mad and throw a b*tch fifty, n*ggas sassy (Ugh)
I'm tellin' you now, this ain't the smoke you want, you better pass it
n*gga blowin' my phone down, 'cause he seen me out in Cali'
Poppin' sh*t, like I ain't got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses
Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Your son gon' be a bast*rd (On God)
Cuz' gon' kill you for free, imagine what he'll do for that gaff (Huh?)
Ain't even got to call nobody, I'll beat your ass like I'm your master
[Chorus]
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (No)
n*gga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
n*gga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Huh)
Think that boy obsessed (Uh), just to get back to this text (Hey)
n*gga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
n*gga, I ain't goin' for that sh*t, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that n*gga checked (Woo), and I got a check (Woo)
Okay, you 'bout that bread (Woo), put it on your head (On the gang)

[Verse 2]
Big Glo I'm the [?] (Hey), I'm finna do mine bigger (Uh)
n*gga swing on me, gon' up the ceilin' with this one (Stamp that)
Put you with your deadass homies, since you say you miss 'em (f*ck)
Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like little pistols
Gangster b*tch, this a pole I got on, me, it ain't for strippin'
Try to hit me, I'ma show your b*tch ass you ain't no hitter
Quick to hit a ho', but I ain't gon' do sh*t to them n*ggas (b*tch-ass)
Them face tattoos don't scare me, I grew up 'round real killers, on the gang

[Chorus]
I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (No)
n*gga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next
n*gga don't even want me to walk outside, he know that I'm a threat (Huh)
Think that boy obsessed (Uh), just to get back to this text (Hey)
n*gga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me
n*gga, I ain't goin' for that sh*t, nah, nah, I'ma die 'bout my respect
Keep that n*gga checked (Woo), and I got a check (Woo)
Okay, you 'bout that bread (Woo), put it on your head (On the gang)
[Outro]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
b*tch-ass n*gga
Gon' meet they motherf*ckin' maker runnin' into me
Ho-'ass, n*gga, this ain't that
f*ck wrong with you?
b*tch-ass n*gga
Huh, huh