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that ain't me - wee2hard & genesisthegawd lyrics

[intro: wee2hard]
(twyst y’all n*ggas up)
(peso, make ’em run it up)
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
i 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 p*ssy 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]
buzz across the globe, that on my name, you should clap for me
one hand on her nip, one hand on her waist, we on the balcony
i got it 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 is carly
the way i ride these beats, you would think i’m on a d*mn 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
i 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 p*ssy 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 l!ck (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 h*ll” (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 sh*lls (sh*lls)
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 p*ssy cat
like i done did it all, been called a ho, at 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
i 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 p*ssy 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

- wee2hard genesisthegawd lyrics

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