Correction Lyrics No You Not by DaBoii

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Yeah, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes
I ain't f**king wit' you n***as
I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes
Yeah, on the, yeah

I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, b*t*h I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the f**k up out the kitchen
N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
N***a sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not

I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes
Why you in the hood without your gun? You n***as slippin'
I thought that boy was real, he started faking for a image
I gave her good d**k, now she walking like a pigeon
Pu**y n***as throwing blitz up on the net, b*t*h be specific
Boy you bet not have no work there in your whip 'cause bro will bip it
I got n***as that I love that I don't see, I keep my distance
Boy I'll hit the road with my b*t*h before I ship it
Yeah lean on the floor, keep it lit for all the thugs
Lil' n***a try and take my b*t*h, hmm, tuh
And n***a you ain't down to slide? N***a why you got your gun?
And I'll spit up on a opp grave, hmm, puh
Yep, disrespectful
F**k what you rep foo'
Told baby bend that a** over I'ma bless you
B*t*h you ain't special, get gone, let loose
Told brodie if he fall, never trip, I'ma catch you
I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, b*t*h I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the f**k up out the kitchen
N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
N***a sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not
On the gang n***a

Sh*t ain't been the same since they killed my n***a Coley
I'm on the edge, so watch how you approach me
South Central n***as can't get caught without a gat
That n***a acting hard but if he get caught, he might rat
My role model sold dope and gave me a pistol
When I took it I was just happy to be hanging with that n***a
Talking to the cops that's what we don't do
You ain't gotta make no threats, n***a just come through
I'm on a race against time, in the streets, behind the tint
In a Benz with a .223
I ain't f**king with these n***as, 'cause these n***as I can't trust
Use these b*t*hes for a nut, when I'm done eat my dust
We ain't gotta fake sh*t, n***a f**k your feelings
I'm all about my money, getting away I gots to 'cute
I'm all about my gang, shout out the Broadways
From the hundred's to the fifty's 'til they put me in my grave
I ain't f**king wit' you n***as, I ain't f**king wit' you b*t*hes (Never)
Why the opps ain't never on they block? These n***as chickens
I be runnin' up that bag, b*t*h I be runnin' up them digits
You can't take the heat? Then get the f**k up out the kitchen
N***a never to the neck, me and .40 when I ride
Yeah, moving meat like we the mob
N***a sh*t ain't been the same since my brodie and them died
You gon' do what? N***a no you n***as not
On the gang n***a

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