Don’t Come Around lyrics

[Chorus: Kendall Morgan]
Don’t come around again
I believe it, I believe it
Don’t come around again
I believe it, I believe it

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
When a n*gga talk dope, they don't never speak about the truth
They don't never speak about you
When a n*gga talk real, you don't even know how it feel
How you gon' tell me what it is
When a n*gga say Gotti, all they know is Leer and Maserati
All they know is turnin' up the party
All they know is young n*gga with a whole bunch of rollies
All they know is young n*gga gon' catch a body
When a n*gga say north, n*gga talkin' bout jumpin off the porch
With a bag full of 50 St. Croix
n*gga talkin' bout trying to fight a gun charge
Trying to fight a brick charge, lawyer ain't show up in court
When a n*gga say trial, n*gga talkin' bout gambling with his life
That’s how a n*gga really earn his stripes
When them n*ggas say he don't f*ck with me like I f*ck with him
He ain’t finna do something right
That n*gga finna snitch, man I knew that n*gga was a b*tch
Man I knew that n*gga wasn't sh*t
He ain’t got no heart, man I knew that n*gga was risk
Should've killed him when he we went on that lick
When them n*ggas say bang, n*gga they be talking bout my squad
n*gga they be talkin bout my cars
When they say white, n*gga they be talkin bout bricks
I'll buy that sh*t off of black card, talk to em
[Chorus: Kendall Morgan]
Don’t come around again
I believe it, I believe it
Don’t come around again
I believe it, I believe it

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
When them n*ggas say b*tch, we don’t really mean no harm
She ain’t gotta be so offensed
When a n*gga say ho, ain’t say you know what you is
Shawty you ain’t got to be so defensive
n*ggas say you bad, that’s a compliment, not literally
Half naked pictures, but you lookin' for a gentleman
Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up
Sold your soul to the internet
Damn, damn right it's a cold world
Losing sleep by my little girl
Damn Mariah hope you don't be like Maliah
Damn sure hope you don't be like oh girl
True when a n*gga say he like you
n*ggas sayin' what he gon' do?
Tell a n*gga he a lie
Tell him that a real bad b*tch get his own so that money can’t buy
When a n*gga say he ballin, ask him where his title and his deeds at
Not where his clothes and his keys at
Ask him is he renting, tell him that your daddy was a real baller
He was blowin' money by the seasons
Let him know you good, left a couple mil in the will for you
Big burner rays right that’ll kill for you
Mama broke bad, left a n*gga down bad
I ain’t trippin, don’t show I’m still here for you
[Chorus: Kendall Morgan]
Don’t come around again
I believe it, I believe it
Don’t come around again
I believe it, I believe it