You Just Don’t Fit lyrics

[Intro]
(You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria)
(We don't do the same sh*t, man that ain't this and this ain't that)
(Longway, b*tch!)

Uuuhgnn! (Let's get it)

[Pre-Chorus]
It ain’t my fault you ain’t got a 'hustle bone' in your body
Who the hell is you? you are 'nobody'
Rocking the same jewelry but my mine 'flawless'
Just 'cause your around, don't mean your 'down'
Through all the bullsh*t, still smoking out the pound
Money coming keep comin' in, n*ggas still hatin’
Put the Bible on the dash and the f*ckin' 'AK', hit it

[Chorus]
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'

[Pre-Chorus]
It ain’t my fault you ain’t got a 'hustle bone' in your body
Who the hell is you? you are 'nobody'
Rocking the same jewelry but my mine 'flawless'
Just 'cause your around, don't mean your 'down'
Through all the bullsh*t, still smoking out the pound
Money coming keep comin' in, n*ggas still hatin’
Put the Bible on the dash and the f*ckin' 'AK', hit it
[Chorus]
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'

[Verse 1]
More money, more money, more problems and haters
pus*y ass n*gga, imma' chase this paper
Flipping the package and 'reeing' i'm up, I'm dedicated
Trappin' and dabbin', 'dis 'round the nation; Did ya' ate it?
Only the strong survive and the in the trenches, trap out the 'vacant'
'Flawless', my 'VVS'; 'Clones', yours 'Fugazi'
n*ggas ain’t fit the criteria, what they say 'they make'
Got the 'bricks' and the real estate, trappin' out the 'Super 8'
All these b*tches, i'm the 'Don Juan' in the 'A'
Catchin' these boxes, be comin' in from 'The Bay'
You don’t fit the criteria of me calling you 'bae'
'Balmain' huggin' on my ass, super fit
Imma' touch down with them vans in the trenches
Imma' pull up, with the 'dealer tag' on the Bentley
'Longway Diddy', jumpin' out the rear with Mr.Bentley
Fronted you some 'work'? You better catch me on the 'business'
Longway, b*tch!
[Pre-Chorus]
It ain’t my fault you ain’t got a 'hustle bone' in your body
Who the hell is you? you are 'nobody'
Rocking the same jewelry but my mine flawless
Just 'cause your around, don't mean your 'down'
Through all the bullsh*t, still smoking out the pound
Money coming keep comin' in, n*ggas still hatin’
Put the Bible on the dash and the f*ckin' 'AK', hit it

[Chorus]
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'

[Verse 2]
f*ck a pus*y n*gga, give 'em sum' to hate
4-5., 30-clip, give 'em sum' 'to take'
Runnin' 'Blue Benjamins' up, until a n*gga straight
No co-defendant, when I 'ree-up' up on the 'wieght'
n*ggas snitchin' in the 'first 48'
pus*y n*gga criteria, a f*ck n*gga trait!
Put slugs in his ass, buck shots in his face
I know you feelin' me now!
Handle the business, then we gon' smoke out the pound
I rebranded, my new image is 'Mr. Blue Benjamin' now
Still 'trap' in the trenches, while you just wanna' be down
Dropping the ticket, Longway the 'talk of the town'
'Remy' the jeweler, got Longway 'Rick Da Ruler'
'40 pointer', 'flawless', in the 'Franck Muller'
Got your b*tch taking a day off like 'Ferris Bueller'
Rich n*gga, make your b*tch break rules
Longway, b*tch!
Hit it-
[Pre-Chorus]
It ain’t my fault you ain’t got a 'hustle bone' in your body
Who the hell is you? you are 'nobody'
Rocking the same jewelry but my mine flawless
Just 'cause your around, don't mean your 'down'
Through all the bullsh*t, still smoking out the pound
Money coming keep comin' in, n*ggas still hatin’
Put the Bible on the dash and the f*ckin' 'AK', hit it

[Chorus]
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'

[Pre-Outro]
It ain’t my fault you ain’t got a 'hustle bone' in your body
Who the hell is you? you are 'nobody'
Rocking the same jewelry but my mine flawless
Just 'cause your around, don't mean your 'down'
Through all the bullsh*t, still smoking out the pound
Money coming keep comin' in, n*ggas still hatin’
Put the Bible on the dash and the f*ckin' 'AK', hit it

[Outro]
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'
You just don’t fit the criteria, you just don’t fit the criteria
You just don’t fit the criteria
Money keep coming in, n*gga keep hatin'