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that ain't it chief - b. lou lyrics

[intro]
treonthebeat, yeah

[verse 1: b.lou]
young n-gga got the bands, ’bout to flex (bleuh!)
f-cking with the gang, we leave you wet
put the vv links around my neck (links)
look at my time, only got patek (ooh!)
and we blowing up like a rocket (huh?)
all i keep is hunnids in my pockets (b. lou!)
price on your head like a bonnet (head)
the way it’s raining hunnids, it ain’t stopping (b. lou!)

[verse 2: dc the don]
new patek on my wrist, iced out lavish on my wrist (huh?)
’88 magic on my wrist, got go-go gadget on my wrist (yeah!)
people don’t want none of these problems, i go savage in this b-tch (yeah!)
i cause havoc in this b-tch, i’ma let a n-gga have it in this b-tch
go 44 ratchet in this b-tch, oh, no no cappin’ in this b-tch (fah!)
go 50 rabbid in this b-tch, my gun go rapid in this b-tch (ayy!)
i’ve been up six weeks shooting like nowitzki, feel like a maverick in this b-tch (ayy!)
20 don’t tip me, show me that you kinky, far from average in this b-tch
i know you see me, i’m poppin’
glowing up and can’t n0body stop it
who is dc? why they flocking?
why the f-ck is he number one topic?
how that boy eating the nana?
we was starving, we came from the same block
we was hustling and serving the same rocks
i was with him, we busting the same opps

[chorus: dc the don]
n-gga, that’s cap
that ain’t it, chief, they won’t get me
you better not miss me, ‘fore this sh-t get risky (ayy!)
shut up, n-gga, close
b-tch, go back the door (fah)
the feds out on the low (fah)
shorty smoking h-lla dope (ayy!)
ice, dro’s, this b-tch h-lla cold
choke that n-gga, choke that n-gga, let these n-ggas know

[post chorus: dc the don & b. lou]
b. lou and don ’bout to pop it
double shot, man, we batman and robin (b. lou!)
shooting all these b-tches solving the problem
f-ckin’ squad, i told ’em “f-ck it, we ballin'”
ayy!

[verse 3: b. lou]
saw you on site and you weren’t really ’bout it
look how we flex, turnt up in the party
yeah, i’m b. lou, they know all about me
baby, gon’ choose, she know i’m a baller
i need a friend and his name is benjamin
up in this b-tch and i feel like a milli
raise up the check ’cause a young n-gga trending
all of my young n-ggas out to go get it

[bridge: b. lou]
yeah, we got that dough, we ’bout to roll up
i just need that backing for the show, yeah
all my slimes on green like they on goyard
i get that bad and i ‘scape
look at my fashion, hermes angel

[chorus: dc the don & b. lou]
n-gga, that’s cap
that ain’t it, chief, uh, they won’t get me, uh
you better not miss me, ‘fore this sh-t get risky (ayy!)
shut up, n-gga, close
b-tch, go back the door
the feds out on the low
shorty smoking h-lla dough (ayy!)
ice, dro’s, this b-tch h-lla cold
choke that n-gga, choke that n-gga, let these n-ggas know

[post chorus: dc the don]
b. lou and don ’bout to pop it
double shot, man, we batman and robin
shooting all these b-tches solving the problem
f-ckin’ squad, i told ’em “f-ck it, we ballin'”
ayy!

- b lou lyrics

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