Ain’t Lyrics – Matti Baybee

Ain’t Lyrics by Matti Baybee

Big cus
What up bro?
What up man where you at? I need you to slide on me man
Guys over here tweaking with me man

Location
Look, you can get shot like that
n#gg#s say they wanna kill Almighty
Big Glo got the glock in the back

Got a 150 pounds of the earth
Front$treet won’t drop in the map
Bullet holes in the body of your girl
She was lacking where the opps be at

61 Indiana toting choppas
On the block where you catching me at
Catch you lacking where you live, at your baby momma crib
And I’mma make a mess in that

Glo gang got the rap gang and the chicken wings
n#gg# we the best in that
n#gg#s slaying on the beat they ain’t drilling in the streets
n#gg# who impressed with that?

Big 44 shell to the face
Quavo nem catching that
Do another motherf#cking show in Chicago
n#gg# and I’m blasting that

And I’m glo’d all up put the cameras on me
Getting money with the Mexicans
Say I’m glo’d all up put the cameras on me
Getting money with the Mexicans

Woah
[Gang
[Say I’m glo’d all up
[Say I’m glo’d all up

Ain’t no new friend around me
And ain’t nobody got more clout
I keep a big bankroll on me
Ain’t no thots in my bank account

A couple chains up on me
You ain’t gon take ’em from me
Aye
Ain’t no new friend around me

And ain’t nobody got more clout
I keep a big bankroll on me
Ain’t no thots in my bank account
A couple chains up on me

You ain’t gon take ’em from me
Aye
Ain’t no new friend around me
And ain’t nobody got more clout

I keep a big bankroll on me
Ain’t no thots in my bank account
A couple chains up on me
You ain’t gon take ’em from me

Aye
No no
Came up from the bottom
And they talking they saying we a problem

For my hoes now we mobbing
20 thousand dollars watches for the timing
Pray for me swear they need to pray for me
Shorty suck me she couldn’t even say nothing

My boys only know one way to make money
And that one way is just to take money yeah
At the end of the day they don’t know better
Came up in the streets real goal getters

Tryna dodge the cops and these gold diggers
Ended up a low life but they go, huh
Time I wait for no man
All this ice turned my guy to a snow man

Tryna my get your own
New coupe all white like
And this girl I’m with want me to take a chance on her
She keeps talking crazy swear to God I’mma call a man on her

Aye, next hit tryna think of what I didn’t do
Finna step in here cause what these rappers doing sounds just like what I was finna do
But I’m feeling cool and they feeling me
IRPC killing me

They say its rap or trap well I disagree
Cause nowadays rappers get degrees
I’m feeling cool why they feeling me
IRPC killing me

They say its rap or trap well I disagree
Cause nowadays rappers get degrees
Yeah
Ain’t no new friend around me

And ain’t nobody got more clout
I keep a big bankroll on me
Ain’t no thots in my bank account
A couple chains up on me

You ain’t gon take ’em from me
Aye
Ain’t no new friend around me
And ain’t nobody got more clout

I keep a big bankroll on me
Ain’t no thots in my bank account
A couple chains up on me
You ain’t gon take ’em from me

Aye
Ain’t no new friend around me
And ain’t nobody got more clout
I keep a big bankroll on me

Ain’t no thots in my bank account
A couple chains up on me
You ain’t gon take ’em from me
Aye

Nono
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Matti Baybee Lyrics – Ain’t

Matti Baybee

Ain’t