That Ain’t Me

[Intro: Wee2Hard]
(Twyst y'all niggas up)
(Peso, make 'em run it back)
More bitches 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.
Think I'm shooting guard for the Lakers, twenty-four ways, ballin' like Kobe
Did a lot of shit, but tellin' on a nigga, that ain't me
Did a lot of shit, but runnin' from a nigga, that ain't me
Told her if she give that pussy 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]
Buzzin' 'cross the globe, they know my name, you should clap for me
One hand on her nip, one hand on her waist, we on the balcony
I got 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 fuck with them again
We've been fuckin' since sixth grade, love just won't never change
Would've thought I was the founder, these niggas askin' how I do it
Niggas work for 12, postin' everything, these niggas iCarly
I just met a fan the other day, she said her name Carly
Way I ride these beats, you would think I'm on a damn Harley
Been the one, niggas prasin' Glocks, I got some shit 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.
Think I'm shooting guard for the Lakers, twenty-four ways, ballin' like Kobe
Did a lot of shit, but tellin' on a nigga, that ain't me
Did a lot of shit, but runnin' from a nigga, that ain't me
Told her if she give that pussy 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 shit split (Yeah)
Niggas rockin' shiesty all year long, ain't never hit no lick (Huh)
I be solo, dolo, catchin' plays, don't ask me 'bout no bitch (Yeah)
I know we in the A, they feelin' brave, but they ain't checkin' shit
I hit up Wee like, "You too hard, you know these niggas soft as hell" (Uh)
Real gangster bitch, I pull his card, I make him tuck his tail
They rap 'bout Glocks, switches, dirty sticks, ain't never seen no shells (Shells)
These niggas steppers all on Instagram, but scared to go to jail (Go to jail, what?)
My youngins backin' out that Track', your niggas dozin' of that Act' (Ayy)
I'm really big dog to a lot of hoes, you bitches pussy cat
Like I done did it all, been called a ho, least I ain't never fucked a rat (Yeah)
Got niggas makin' million-dollar plays, but some still in the trap
Either way you bitches fuck with me, I send 'em where you at (Bitch)

[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.
Think I'm shooting guard for the Lakers, twenty-four ways, ballin' like Kobe
Did a lot of shit, but tellin' on a nigga, that ain't me
Did a lot of shit, but runnin' from a nigga, that ain't me
Told her if she give that pussy 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