Trippie Redd This Ain’t That Lyrics

[Trippie Redd:]

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 (Way 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

[Lil Mosey:]

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 riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’

You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)

Thinking ’bout buying a well 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 rock, I get 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 (12)

Ooh, dripping like water

And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

[Trippie Redd:]

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