This Ain’t That lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pus*y n*gga acting nosy, yeah
It's just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
f*ck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
n*ggas be talkin' sh*t, but they ain't with that sh*t for real
f*ck n*gga talkin' sh*t, then he gon' get his ass killed
f*ck n*gga talkin' sh*t, then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you ain't with that sh*t, for real
n*gga, this ain't that, for real, this ain't that, for real
You's a b*tch, you's a lick, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
You's a b*tch, you should quit, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you's a b*tch, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
Odell with the pick, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
I'm a f*cking walking lick, but n*gga, this ain't that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin', do the runnin' man, uh
Would've threw a party, I ain't got no friends, uh
All my n*ggas brothers and that's to the end, uh
Would've used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223's, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the f*ck you 'posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, b*tch, not Melo, uh
b*tch, I'm with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
n*ggas be talkin' sh*t, but they ain't with that sh*t for real
f*ck n*gga talkin' sh*t, then he gon' get his ass killed
f*ck n*gga talkin' sh*t, then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you ain't with that sh*t, for real
n*gga, this ain't that, for real, this ain't that, for real
You's a b*tch, you's a lick, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
You's a b*tch, you should quit, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I'm with 14, we gon' float through smokin' OG
This b*tch loud, it's some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my wrist is crazy, b*tch, look how it's flashin'
You ain't with the sh*ts, I can tell, bullets, they hot like hell (Boom)
Thinking 'bout buying the world and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but n*gga, I'm riding with gunners, uh
I'm just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin' his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain't doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don't wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I'm throwing a band
Backwood, I'm smoking on gas, I'm finna f*ck her then pass
Skrrt 'til I hop in a Wraith, and I'm running from 12 and I'm doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna f*ck 'cause money up on her
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
n*ggas be talkin' sh*t, but they ain't with that sh*t for real
f*ck n*gga talkin' sh*t, then he gon' get his ass killed
f*ck n*gga talkin' sh*t, then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you ain't with that sh*t, for real
n*gga, this ain't that, for real, this ain't that, for real
You's a b*tch, you's a lick, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
You's a b*tch, you should quit, n*gga, this ain't that, for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that, for real
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