Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Ain't That , by - Trippie Redd. Release date: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Ain't That |
| Uh, better listen closely, ayy |
| Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah |
| It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah |
| Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh |
| (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger) |
| Niggas be talkin' shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real |
| Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass killed |
| Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass spilled |
| You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real |
| Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real |
| You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real |
| No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh |
| Chopper get to bustin', do the runnin' man, uh |
| Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh |
| All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh |
| Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN |
| Shooting .223's, you a dead man, uh |
| Typical to shoot at your head, man |
| Where the fuck you 'posed to keep a headband? |
| Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting) |
| I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh |
| Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh |
| Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, |
| uh (Huh) |
| Niggas be talkin' shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real |
| Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass killed |
| Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass spilled |
| You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real |
| Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real |
| You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real |
| I’m with 14, we gon' float through smokin' OG |
| This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking |
| Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me |
| Know my wrist is crazy, bitch, look how it’s flashin' |
| You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot like hell (Boom) |
| Thinking 'bout buying the world and a new crib for my mama, uh |
| Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh |
| I’m just wondering what Kari would do |
| Beatin' his case, so I got him a jewel |
| Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting |
| Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh) |
| Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends |
| I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band |
| Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass |
| Skrrt 'til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash |
| Ooh, dripping like water |
| And she wanna fuck 'cause money up on her |
| Niggas be talkin' shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real |
| Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass killed |
| Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass spilled |
| You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real |
| Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real |
| You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real |
| This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real |