Doin' What You Not

Christopher Price

Look, I ain't fuckin' with no nigga or no funny hos
Young'n pull up drippin' like a runny nose
Know I keep the drip drop
Give your ass a runny nose
Young'n whippin' on the wheel as if somebody stole
Fuck her in my flip flops, who is that? Somebody Ho
Hit it from the back I smack her ass and do a body roll
How you hit the bottom then flip that pack up nobody knows
Used to crack a seal on a bottle make a 4 tallyho
Now a nigga poppin' like an Oxy or a Hydro
Might just serve a zip inside the lobby at your mom door
Pockets lookin' Crip I'm tryna stack it 'til it's 9'4"
Tryna take a pic I see that's what you got the 9 for
This the type of money that niggas losing they mind for
And we just tryna get it that's what we committing crime for, yeah
Reach in my pocket I pull out them bands
Jump on the dick and then she do a dance
I really think you're mad 'cause I'm doin' what you not
Come and look in the circle see what I'm doing with the pot
From the land of no feelings we probably screwin' on your thot
If you touch me I'm drillin' like it's a tool in the box
I can't fuck with no nigga number 1 rule in the spot
Tryna figure how they got the drop they knew what you got
I ain't tryna talk if the shit ain't about no money
I ain't fucking with no niggas these niggas ain't nothin' for me
Cause when this shit is stormin' these niggas is layin' dormant
But it's funny 'cause they comin' around whenever it's sunny
Now I pull up in a foreigner with pressure bet you order it
Recall they locked me out but now I'm steppin' though your door again
I had it then I lost it now I'm tryna get some more again
(I had it then I lost it now I'm tryna get some more again)
Yeah, Yeah, these niggas lie
These niggas fake I can see in they eyes
You niggas act like you real that's disguise
You niggas act like you flippin' them pies
But you never seen a zip with your eyes
Junkies trippin' off the drip of that fire
Play with me I'm off the hip with that fire
Niggas thinkin' I'm a lick gon' and try, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I ain't fuckin' with no nigga or no funny hos
Young'n pull up drippin' like a runny nose
Know I keep the drip drop
Give your ass a runny nose
Young'n whippin' on the wheel as if somebody stole
Fuck her in my flip flops, who is that? Somebody Ho
Hit it from the back I smack her ass and do a body roll
How you hit the bottom then flip that pack up nobody knows
Used to crack a seal on a bottle make a 4 tallyho
Now a nigga poppin' like an Oxy or a Hydro
Might just serve a zip inside the lobby at your mom door
Pockets lookin' Crip I'm tryna stack it 'til it's 9'4"
Tryna take a pic I see that's what you got the 9 for
This the type of money that niggas losing they mind for
And we just tryna get it that's what we committing crime for
I gotta get paid that's the only think I got time for
I could probably bag up 448 with a blindfold
Play round here you First 48'd you get your mind blown
Got that work that leave 'em sedated you know they mind gone
I got this out of the street
Niggas they cold so I ride with the heat
I see that they not my guys they just tryna kill my vibe
So you know ain't no ridin' with me (Ain't no ridin' with me)
I really think you're mad 'cause I'm doin' what you not
Take a look in the circle see what I'm doing with the pot
From the land of no feelings we probably screwin' on your thot
If you touch me I'm drillin' like it's a tool in the box
I can't fuck with no nigga number 1 rule in the spot
Tryna figure how they got the drop they knew what you got

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