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Mmm, E-Eli. Aye, you is not that. Niggas doing all that popping, who you pop at? Where niggas was at when we was in combat? J side, front line, banging where it's hot at. Big slim, hundred rounds, drum call it to the Bun. Mr. Go get an opp, Mr. Go get it done. Mr. Knock your homie down And laugh about it, we the ones. Terrorize the bitty, it get tricky, we be on That shit. Young nigga, but bitch I'm the big Homie. Blicka with the switch on it, knock down Your big homie. Slide through the streets with them Rackades. Paper on me, I got paper cuts, I Need Band-Aids. Dark shit, for my young pups I Need back fades. Bouncing out, parking, no talking, I'm the valet. August Street, J gang, difference Between us, you gon' die about this shit. Difference between me, I'm gon' slide about this Shit. Straight up. Aye, you is not that. Niggas doing all that popping, who you pop at? Where niggas was at when we was in combat? J side, front line, banging where it's hot at. Aye, you is not that. Niggas doing all that popping, who you pop at? Where niggas was at when we was in combat? J side, front line, banging where it's hot at. Ain't no hoe shit on my resume. Nigga test my gangsta, I'm gon' shoot this bitch, Won't hesitate. Lead by example, I'm gon' regulate. Push all of my niggas, I'm just tryna see Them elevate. You bantam in this shit, nigga, I'm Heavyweight. Niggas close ain't wanna see me win, I Had to separate. All gas, nigga had no choice But to accelerate. Left iron on a nigga, send His ass to the Heaven gate. I'm a syrup sipping nigga, sipping syrup how I Meditate. Like ain't no holidays, we drop bodies Then we celebrate. We gon' smile up in your Face and say it's love when it's really hate. Supposed to help me elevate. White two stone on wrist taken. Good blunt weed, it's breathtaking. I could take you to the moon, biscuit, in My spaceship. Make the coupe go vroom, she like, "It look so spacious." We fucking all night, make her wanna work a Day shift. Cookie weed with Versace, My fragrance. Ayy, drip, drip, drip, bitch, Gucci my Fragrance. They hating, they see us getting paper And they changing. We body for body, so please Don't ask me who pull more skits. Broad day, bounce out and get him over bullshit. The score hit, don't brag about no tool, he Got a score of bits. The fully, it ain't Needed, use that chopper just to whore shit. Them bullets hit his body, he ain't make it, He was Heaven sent. Free all of my killers Out them cans, them snitches never win. Aye, you is not that. Niggas doing all that popping, who you pop at? Where niggas was at when we was in combat? J side, front line, banging where it's hot at. Aye, you is not that. Niggas doing all that popping, who you pop at? Where niggas was at when we was in combat? J side, front line, banging where it's hot at. Nigga, you is not that. You slide, so nigga Stop the acting. I bang the J side of Park Boy, bitch we fully active. Got some killers that bang 8th Street, nigga we Can't hang with you. It ain't been the same Since I lost my killers to the streets. I ain't never changed, just tryna make it out The streets. Bitch, I'm still the same nigga, I Just want the better things. Mama said I'd make her proud, I'm thinking this The better me. We gon' slide and do it Right and leave his face up on a tee. On our way to the top, we just gotta Stay patient. It feel good to tell my people That we made it. I feel the love, but Sometimes I swear to God that shit be fake And shit. Niggas post that shit up on the 'Gram, but ain't gon' say nothing. Let a nigga step up in my lane and I'm gon' spray something. Man, let me pop a Couple Perky 10's, I feel the pain coming. Man, why he always popping like he acting, got His chain tucked in? Dude ain't really made it Far, he got his brain stuffed in. Aye, you is not that. Niggas doing all that popping, who you pop at? Where niggas was at when we was in combat? J side, front line, banging where it's hot at. Aye, you is not that. Niggas doing all that popping, who you pop at? Where niggas was at when we was in combat? J side, front line, banging where it's hot at.
Baby Stone Gorillas, Zakee, Slumlord Trill — You Is Not That
«You Is Not That» — Baby Stone Gorillas, Zakee, Slumlord Trill. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:45. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
