Aint Doin That

[Intro]
Sheesh
Yo
Yo
Ayy, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
If I ain't rap, yeah, them bricks, I’d be movin' that
And I got yo' bitch on my list, I’m pursuin' that
Playin' with his life like a game, yeah, he losin' that
I could never fail, never fold, I'm not doin' that
Hop in a foreign ass whip and I'm cruisin' fast
Hop in the club with yo’ bitch and she shakin’ ass
Walk into Neiman's, spend it all then I make it back
Walk in, walk out with them racks, take ’em back
And I got Balenci' as my kicks so I'm lacin' that
Run up on me, he can get deleted, we erasin’ that, yeah
Three gram 'Wood, I'm facin' that, yeah
I pop me a shroom bar and now I'm seein' visuals
Posted with pistols and we got additional
I'm treatin' this bitch like she is invisible
Fuck nigga try me, leave his condition critical
I don't give a fuck, all my life, I been cynical
Just bein' me, I'm treated like a criminal
Smokin' on some green at the scene, it's medicinal
Online money, ho, this shit digital
Pull up on me, shit can get physical

[Verse 2]
Ayy, flash, got some money flashin'
Like a cigarette, we gon' ash 'em
I'm stretchin' money, I'm fantastic
I got him shocked, he want no static
Make the bitch flip like gymnastics
I know you not smart, you should not test it
I'm speedin' in a beamer, feelin' too reckless
Goofy ass nigga, yeah, now he's tryna diss
Niggas be mad 'cause they car worth my fit
Half the new wave, I started this shit
Hop in a Tesla, self parkin' that bitch
And I'm in Saks, I walk in that bitch
I walk how I talk, no cap in my shit
Pull out my bag and it's racks in that bitch
Raf Simons and Vivienne Westwood, legit
Some of my niggas, they shoot, I admit
Some of my niggas they shoot, I admit
Like we posted with trees, we be posted with sticks
And we in the club lit, act a fool in that bitch
Walk in like I'm too cool for this shit
BB belt shinin' like a pool in this bitch