Ain't Goin (feat. Bossman Dlow)

G6K

Uh, uh

I'm the one that they depending on, I'm the one that made shit happen

I'm from Monticello, Florida, baby, I'm not from Tallahassee

Know I'm known for getting flakka off and running up that cabbage

Got to watch how you lay on the bed, it's rats off in the mattress

**** hate when I pop out and pop it, I don't give no fucks

Dare a **** to play around with this shit, I bet I get him touched

Won't catch me doing no flaw shit 'cause, ****, it ain't in me

Them **** ain't really real for real, they putting on an image

You know I'm off the block for real, been wilding from the piston

Need a housekeeper for how 'cause I been fucking up the kitchen

Need a rat cage for the Z, I do a half for cam kitchen

Told them **** flakka'll change your life, but they ain't want to listen

Te-Tell 12 to get up off my dick, I'm chilling, I don't no nothing

Send a bitch and get her **** whacked while I'm somewhere out the country

Even though that pussy good and all, I'd rather go get some money

**** fucking up his chicken on that ho 'cause he a dummie

**** lying about that motion, they ain't having and they know it

I'm the one turned up the trap for real, and all them **** know it

Like ten on me right now, ****, piss me off and I'll throw it

Ain't nothing like them other ****, on gang, bitch, I ain't going

****, I ain't going for nothing

Pussy ****, is you crazy?

I'm a real street ****

Pussy shit ain't tolerated

Re-up with the plug, hit the kitchen, get in the lab, ****

Cut them up and bust them down, a hundred dollar slabs, ****

Put your fucking arm in that bowl and work your wrist, baby

Pull off in a basic car, pull up X6, baby

I'll make 500k let my name trigga

I'ma count chicken, bossed up, paid ****

I'm from Port Salerno, Florida, where we 5% the trucks

I spent sixty on this chain, ****, ain't nothing getting tucked

Four hundred grams on my wrist, pussy ****, I'm up

I'll put it in a **** face, I don't give no fucks

Don't be talking about no motion, ****, you know you dead broke

I'll spend your right pocket on a Moncler coat

It's crazy how you need baking soda to cook coke

You ain't having nothing but problems, pussy ****, you look poor

Bitch, I'm lit behind these tinted windows, bitch, these diamonds hitting

I can't let a **** throw me off, bitch, I'm on a mission

You ready to die about that bitch? Oh, that silly dude ridiculous

I just left out Lenox, boy, this shit here slippery, ****