Not Your Average Lyrics by Pacman da Gunman & Hit-Boy
(Yeah Yeah Yeah turn it up a bit for me
Aye Aye yeah Aye Aye Aye lil more Yeah Yeah Look)
Palm iching so I’m on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business I aint struggled in a minute
Now she always in her feelings I aint fucked her in a minute
But she know she gotta suck it till I’m finished
Uh not your average I’m a goon from the gutter
I’m a n**** that’s gone take it there every single summer
Block burner 90’s baby I’m a hotboy
Thirty shots in these brand-new cop toys
Break the Benz got it fixed went and bought a Range
Know some n***** got rich then they left the game
Me yeah, I just left the hood n****
Ask my youngins I just dropped off some goods n****
Ask my youngins yeah, I’m way worse than suge n****
I was twelve years old with the pull n****
Now I’m pulling up in a late model forgin and its tinted up attitude still fuck it n**** hit em up
My ambition as a rider n**** zip them up
Look every month I do a dub and that’s a fact n****
Not including all the money from the trap n****
Palm iching so I’m on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business
I ain’t struggled in a minute now she always in her feelings
I ain’t fucked her in a minute
But she know she gotta suck it till I’m finished
Uh not your average I’m a goon from the gutter
I’m a n**** that’s gone take it there every single summer
Block burner 90’s baby I’m a hotboy
Thirty shots in these brand-new cop toys
Big fella two rollies five Cubans and they all yellow
Got mid highs and lows and they all selling
N***** said they all solid but they all telling
You n***** talk like reverends
Look count me up don’t wanna hear it ain’t no cash involved and I’m tryna get
Don’t Know cause my life revolved ain’t no feelings for no snitches yall be popin off
Wasn’t for the cameras n**** would have killed them all
Do it for the real Do it for the trenches
Do it for the shooters that got sent to the benches
Slug for the fake
Slug for the hate
Slug for the n***** helped the pigs crack the case