That Ain’t You lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro]
n*ggas play them games
Now they can't come back outside
Runnin' off, jumpin' n*ggas gate
Then run and hide (get him!)
You can't get no work
n*gga how you gon' survive? (you know it!)
Bringing drama to your mama house
You need to die

[Chorus]
n*gga we know that ain't you
n*gga that ain't what you do
We already know that you food
We already know you ain't true
Runnin' off with n*ggas work
That type of sh*t get you murk
You gon' end up in a church
You gon' end up on a shirt
n*gga we know that ain't you
n*gga that ain't what you do
We already know that you food (you food!)
We already know you ain't true (you ain't true!)
Runnin' off with these lil hoes
That sh*t it get you exposed (f*ck these b*tches!)
You gon' end up with no dough
You will end up in a hole
[Verse 1]
You welcome to hustle and serve
That's if you keepin' your word
If you run off with them packs
You gon' get what you deserve
Say you can handle them bricks
Say you be flipping them birds
If you don't come back with the sh*t
Them n*ggas is ready to purge (purge!)
Just want to give up some game
For n*ggas that's acting like they in a gang (gang!)
You gotta crawl, before you walk
Learn how to get you some change (change!)
You should be grateful you able to eat
Don't worry 'bout making a name (don't worry!)
Steady yourself and stay in your lane
Or you just might end up a stain
That ain't no ‘scuse to the plug
You wan't the money or drugs
You the one ask for the flood
In this game it ain't no love
n*ggas gon' get it in blood
n*gga get that understood
I got that sh*t out the mud
I represent for the hood
Look at me now, b*tch I'm good
I'm doing sh*t they said I never could (b*tch!)
[Chorus]
n*gga we know that ain't you
n*gga that ain't what you do
We already know that you food
We already know you ain't true (you ain't true!)
Runnin' off with n*ggas work
That type of sh*t get you murk
You gon' end up in a church
You gon' end up on a shirt (on a shirt!)
n*gga we know that ain't you
n*gga that ain't what you do
We already know that you food
We already know you ain't true
Runnin' off with these lil hoes
That sh*t it get you exposed
You gon' end up with no dough
You will end up in a hole (verse 2!)

[Verse 2]
I think these n*ggas be living to die
Like that's what they bang for
You said you never had no other option
Then you should go make you a chain bro
You scared? Then get out the game bro
'Cause n*ggas might blow out your brains bro
Nobody remember your name bro
Just a victim of sayin' you gang bro
Nobody gon' tell you the truth, I am the proof
There's other sh*t you can do
b*tches like n*ggas with money
That's all that matter, it don't matter what you do
You could be fresh or be bummy
If you got a sack, I bet that b*tch coming through
Most of these n*ggas is food, ain't nothing new
Under the sun and that's true
f*ck IG, get a bag, most of these hoes is strag (strag n*gga!)
They sellin' that sh*t for the low
You think them hoes is bad? (they ain't bad n*gga!)
You thinking 'bout wifing a hoe
That n*ggas done already had? (haha!)
You put that b*tch in a globe
You shoulda put that in the trash (b*tch!)
n*gga we know that ain't you
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