Ain’t On None Lyrics
It’s been a day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep two Glocks on me, n**** (Two Glocks), I don’t shoot no ones (Pussy)
I got shoebox money (Bitch) and it fill up with them hunds (21)
Think I’m on somethin’ (On somethin’) when I’m ridin’ ’round with these guns
They ain’t on nothin’ (On nothin’), they just dissin’ in they songs (Yeah)
Cap-ass n**** (Cap ass-n****), you doin’ all that dissin’, old rap ass-n**** (Old rap ass-n****)
And we can fill you up with all these goddamn triggers (Baow, baow)
N****, better check the score ’cause we done dropped somethin’ (Yeah, 21, 21)
N**** doin’ too much ridin’, they gon’ hop somethin’ (They gon’ hop somethin’)
We the type of n**** pull up where your show at (Where your show at)
You the type of n**** turn into a doormat (Stomp, stomp)
Trey-five-seven flip the car like a lowjack (Buck, buck)
You ain’t gon’ do shit, n**** you talkin’ and you know that
All that loud bark talk get you dropped (Yeah, n****, 21)
Put my dick in her mouth ’cause I’m a dawg (Yeah, n****, 21)
I done fucked her on the couch in her house (Yeah, n****, 21)
And my chain go, “Blaow” (Yeah, n****, 21)
I keep two Glocks on me, n**** (Two Glocks), I don’t shoot no ones (Pussy)
I got shoebox money (Bitch) and it fill up with them hunds (21)
Think I’m on somethin’ (On somethin’) when I’m ridin’ ’round with these guns
They ain’t on nothin’ (On nothin’), they just dissin’ in they songs (Yeah)
Cap-ass n**** (Cap ass-n****), you doin’ all that dissin’, old rap ass-n**** (Old rap ass-n****)
And we can fill you up with all these goddamn triggers (Baow, baow)
N****, better check the score ’cause we done dropped somethin’ (Yeah, 21, 21)
N**** doin’ too much ridin’, they gon’ hop somethin’ (They gon’ hop somethin’)
We just hit they block with the broomstick (21)
All my opps Ben Simmons, they don’t shoot shit (Pussy)
Savage, Eazy-E, lil’ bitch, I’m ruthless (21, 21)
My opps Js, if we smoke ’em we’ll be toothless (On God)
Every time they bump into 4L n***** duck (21)
Take that bass out your voice, I shot him in the gut (Pussy)
We drive by and we walk up, anything to get him touched (21)
Shoot his house up, shoot his bike, shoot his truck (21)
At the roundtable we be schemin’ (Facts)
Caught him lackin’, he wanna be French, he leavin’ Niemans (21)
You try, you die, I don’t care if it’s the mornin’ or the evenin’ (Pussy)
Yellow-tape the crime scene, his mama keep on screamin’
I keep two Glocks on me, n**** (Two Glocks), I don’t shoot no ones (Pussy)
I got shoebox money (Bitch) and it fill up with them hunds (21)
Think I’m on somethin’ (On somethin’) when I’m ridin’ ’round with these guns
They ain’t on nothin’ (On nothin’), they just dissin’ in they songs (Yeah)
Cap-ass n**** (Cap ass-n****), you doin’ all that dissin’, old rap ass-n**** (Old rap ass-n****)
And we can fill you up with all these goddamn triggers (Baow, baow)
N****, better check the score ’cause we done dropped somethin’ (Yeah, 21, 21)
N**** doin’ too much ridin’, they gon’ hop somethin’ (They gon’ hop somethin’)