That Ain’t Me lyrics

[Intro: Wee2Hard]
(Twyst y'all n*ggas up)
(Peso, make 'em run it back)
More b*tches sneaky, she loyal, then keep her
I got that torch in my hood, on fire, for real
I'm on fire, for real
On God

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Pull up Maybach in the trenches, show them youngins it's a way
Told bro to leave his gun, it ain't no opps that live in L.A.
Think I'm shooting guard for the Lakers, twenty-four ways, ballin' like Kobe
Did a lot of sh*t, but tellin' on a n*gga, that ain't me
Did a lot of sh*t, but runnin' from a n*gga, that ain't me
Told her if she give that pus*y up, don't say nothin' else to me
Had an elevator crossin' my head, no crossin' me
Head-on, know life a dirty game, ain't no crossin' me

[Verse 1: Wee2Hard]
Buzzin' 'cross the globe, they know my name, you should clap for me
One hand on her nip, one hand on her waist, we on the balcony
I got out the streets, but I'm still a stepper turned businessman
Come on, tell me, how you plannin' to win without a business plan?
Fightin' cases, tryna dodge 12, calculatin' my steps
Men that crossed me at my lowest, I can't f*ck with them again
We've been f*ckin' since sixth grade, love just won't never change
Would've thought I was the founder, these n*ggas askin' how I do it
n*ggas work for 12, postin' everything, these n*ggas iCarly
I just met a fan the other day, she said her name Carly
Way I ride these beats, you would think I'm on a damn Harley
Been the one, n*ggas prasin' Glocks, I got some sh*t shoot like a mini gun
[Chorus: Wee2Hard & GenesisTheGawd]
Pull up Maybach in the trenches, show them youngins it's a way
Told bro to leave his gun, it ain't no opps that live in L.A.
Think I'm shooting guard for the Lakers, twenty-four ways, ballin' like Kobe
Did a lot of sh*t, but tellin' on a n*gga, that ain't me
Did a lot of sh*t, but runnin' from a n*gga, that ain't me
Told her if she give that pus*y up, don't say nothin' else to me
Had an elevator crossin' my head, no crossin' me (Yeah, haha)
Head-on, know life a dirty game, ain't no crossin' me (Ayy)

[Verse 2: GenesisTheGawd]
Ayy, they wanna cross, they better tread lightly or get their sh*t split (Yeah)
n*ggas rockin' shiesty all year long, ain't never hit no lick (Huh)
I be solo, dolo, catchin' plays, don't ask me 'bout no b*tch (Yeah)
I know we in the A, they feelin' brave, but they ain't checkin' sh*t
I hit up Wee like, "You too hard, you know these n*ggas soft as hell" (Uh)
Real gangster b*tch, I pull his card, I make him tuck his tail
They rap 'bout Glocks, switches, dirty sticks, ain't never seen no shells (Shells)
These n*ggas steppers all on Instagram, but scared to go to jail (Go to jail, what?)
My youngins backin' out that Track', your n*ggas dozin' of that Act' (Ayy)
I'm really big dog to a lot of hoes, you b*tches pus*y cat
Like I done did it all, been called a ho, least I ain't never f*cked a rat (Yeah)
Got n*ggas makin' million-dollar plays, but some still in the trap
Either way you b*tches f*ck with me, I send 'em where you at (b*tch)

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Pull up Maybach in the trenches, show them youngins it's a way
Told bro to leave his gun, it ain't no opps that live in L.A.
Think I'm shooting guard for the Lakers, twenty-four ways, ballin' like Kobe
Did a lot of sh*t, but tellin' on a n*gga, that ain't me
Did a lot of sh*t, but runnin' from a n*gga, that ain't me
Told her if she give that pus*y up, don't say nothin' else to me
How an elevator crossin' my head, no crossin' me
Head-on, know life a dirty game, ain't no crossin' me