That Ain’t It Chief Lyrics

Quadeca & Saint G Lyrics



TreOnTheBeat, yeah


Young n***a got the bands, 'bout to flex
F**king with the gang, we leave you wet
Put the VV links around my neck
Look at my time, only got Patek
And we blowing up like a rocket
All I keep is hunnids in my pockets
Price on your head like a bonnet
The way it's raining hunnids, it ain't stopping


New patek on my wrist, iced out lavish on my wrist
'88 Magic on my wrist, got go-go gadget on my wrist
People don't want none of these problems, I go savage in this b*t*h
I cause havoc in this b*t*h, I'ma let a n***a have it in this b*t*h
Go 44 ratchet in this b*t*h, oh, no no cappin' in this b*t*h
Go 50 rabbid in this b*t*h, my gun go rapid in this b*t*h
I've been up six weeks shooting like Nowitzki, feel like a Maverick in this b*t*h
20 don't tip me, show me that you kinky, far from average in this b*t*h
I know you see me, I'm poppin'
Glowing up and can't nobody stop it
Who is DC? Why they flocking?
Why the f**k is he number one topic?
How that boy eating the nana?
We was starving, we came from the same block
We was hustling and serving the same rocks
I was with him, we busting the same opps


N***a, that's cap
That ain't it, chief, they won't get me
You better not miss me, 'fore this sh*t get risky
Shut up, n***a, close
B*t*h, go back the door
The feds out on the low
Shorty smoking hella dope
Ice, dro's, this b*t*h hella cold
Choke that n***a, choke that n***a, let these n***as know


B. Lou and Don 'bout to pop it
Double shot, man, we Batman and Robin
Shooting all these b*t*hes solving the problem
F**kin' squad, I told 'em "f**k it, we ballin'"
Ayy!


Saw you on site and you weren't really 'bout it
Look how we flex, turnt up in the party
Yeah, I'm B. Lou, they know all about me
Baby, gon' choose, she know I'm a baller
I need a friend and his name is Benjamin
Up in this b*t*h and I feel like a milli
Raise up the check 'cause a young n***a trending
All of my young n***as out to go get it

Yeah, we got that dough, we 'bout to roll up
I just need that backing for the show, yeah
All my slimes on green like they on Goyard
I get that bad and I 'scape
Look at my fashion, Hermes angel


N***a, that's cap
That ain't it, chief, uh, they won't get me, uh
You better not miss me, 'fore this sh*t get risky
Shut up, n***a, close
B*t*h, go back the door
The feds out on the low
Shorty smoking hella dough
Ice, dro's, this b*t*h hella cold
Choke that n***a, choke that n***a, let these n***as know


B. Lou and Don 'bout to pop it
Double shot, man, we Batman and Robin
Shooting all these b*t*hes solving the problem
F**kin' squad, I told 'em "f**k it, we ballin'"
Ayy!




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