Ain’t Goin lyrics

[Intro: Trigga500k]
(G6K)
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Trigga500k]
I'm the one that they dependin' on, I'm the one that make sh*t happen
I'm from Monticello, Florida, baby, I'm not from Tallahassee
Know I'm known for gettin' flakka off and runnin' up that cabbage
Gotta watch how you lay on the bed, it's rats off in the mattress
n*ggas hate when I pop out and pop it, I don't give no f*cks
Dare a n*gga to play around with this sh*t, I bet I get him touched
Won't catch me doin' no floss sh*t 'cause, n*gga, it ain't in me
Them n*ggas ain't really real for real, they puttin' on an image
You know I'm off the block, for real, been wildin' from the piston
Need a housekeeper for hire 'cause I been f*ckin' up the kitchen
Need a rat cage for thе Z, I do a half for cam kitchen
Told them n*ggas flakka'll change your lifе, but they ain't wanna listen
Te-Tell 12 to get up off my di*k, I'm chillin', I don't do nothin'
Send a blitz and get a n*gga whacked while I'm somewhere out the country
Even though that pus*y good and all, I'd rather go get some money
n*gga f*ckin' up his chicken on that ho 'cause he a dummy

[Chorus: Trigga500k & BossMan Dlow]
n*ggas lyin' about that motion, they ain't havin' and they know it
I'm the one turned up the trap, for real, and all them n*ggas know it
Like ten on me right now, n*gga, p*ss me off and I'll throw it
Ain't nothin' like them other n*ggas, on gang, b*tch, I ain't goin' (Big Za)
[Verse 2: BossMan Dlow]
n*gga, I ain't goin' for nothin', pus*y n*gga, is you crazy? (n*gga)
I'm a real street n*gga, pus*y sh*t ain't tolerated (pus*y)
Re-up with the plug, hit the kitchen, get in the lab, n*gga (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Cut 'em up and bust 'em down, a hundred dollar slabs, n*gga (Trap)
Put your f*ckin' arm in the bowl and work your wrist, baby
Pull off in a basic car, pull up X6, baby (Vroom)
I'll make five hundred K like my name Trigga (Yeah)
I'ma count chicken, bossed up, paid n*gga (Big Za)
I'm from Port Salerno, Florida, where we five percent the trucks (n*gga)
I spent sixty on this chain, n*gga, ain't nothin' gettin' tucked (pus*y n*gga)
Four hundred grams on my wrist, pus*y n*gga, I'm up (Yeah)
I'll put it in a n*gga face, I don't give no f*cks (Nah)
Don't be talkin' 'bout no motion, n*gga, you know you dead broke (Broke-ass n*gga)
I'll spend your right pocket on a Moncler coat (Yeah)
It's crazy how you need bakin' soda to cook coke (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You ain't havin' nothin' but problems, pus*y n*gga, you look poor (n*gga)
b*tch, I'm lit behind these tinted windows, b*tch, these diamonds hittin' (They hittin')
I can't let a n*gga throw me off, b*tch, I'm on a mission (A mission)
You ready to die about that b*tch? Oh, that silly dude ridiculous, huh (Ridiculous, n*gga)
I just left out Lenox, huh, boy, this sh*t here slippery, n*gga (This sh*t here slippery, n*gga)