This Ain't That (Feat. Lil Mosey)

Uh, better listen closely, ayy Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah It's just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh DJ on the beat, so it's a banger Chorus: Trippie Redd Niggas be talkin' shit, but they ain't with that shit for real Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass killed Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass spilled You ain't really real, you ain't with that shit, for real Nigga, this ain't that, for real, this ain't that, for real You's a bitch, you's a lick, nigga, this ain't that, for real You's a bitch, you should quit, nigga, 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 bitch, nigga, this ain't that, for real Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain't that, for real I'm a fucking walking lick, but nigga, 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 niggas 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 fuck 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, bitch, not Melo, uh Bitch, I'm with the slimes, Donatello, uh Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh Huh Chorus: Trippie Redd Niggas be talkin' shit, but they ain't with that shit for real Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass killed Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass spilled You ain't really real, you ain't with that shit, for real Nigga, this ain't that, for real, this ain't that, for real You's a bitch, you's a lick, nigga, this ain't that, for real You's a bitch, you should quit, nigga, 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 bitch loud, it's some gas, got me choking Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me Know my riches 'cause these bitch look how it's flexin' You ain't with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell Boom Thinking 'bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, 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 fuck 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 fuck 'cause money up on her Chorus: Trippie Redd Niggas be talkin' shit, but they ain't with that shit for real Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass killed Fuck nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' get his ass spilled You ain't really real, you ain't with that shit, for real Nigga, this ain't that, for real, this ain't that, for real You's a bitch, you's a lick, nigga, this ain't that, for real You's a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain't that, for real This ain't that for real, this ain't that, for real