iayze - this ain't normal lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, nine9 really kickin’ sh_t, ya heard?)
ayy, ayy, rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr, ayy (sh_t, nine9 made it)
hey, ayy, b_tch, hey, hey, b_tch, hey (nine9, you comin’ different on this one, yeah)
real murda worth sh_t, b_tch, ayy (sh_t i’m talkin’ ’bout, ayy)
n_ggas know how the f_ck i’m rockin’ (ayy, how i’m rockin’)
n_ggas know how the f_ck i’m rockin’ (how i’m rockin’)
you can take that sh_t with you (you know, ayy)
you better take that with you when you die (when you dead)
you better take with you (you, you can’t take none of that with you)
ayy, ayy, ayy (i know what you gon’ take when you die, n_gga)
ayy, ayy, ayy (all that clout, you ain’t gon’ take it with you when you die)
you can’t take none of that sh_t with you when you die (when the coolin’ kit on your ass)
you know wе t’d up (and smoke your stupid ass, you know i’m t’d up), ayy (you can’t take that with when you diе, n_gga)
and i’m on that, ayy, know how the f_ck i’m comin’ (you gon’ be dead, you know?)
[chorus]
brand_new glock and it got the 5th gen on it
see me an opp and i put a lil’ gen on ’em
she gave me top ’cause she got a lil’ gin in her
.44 bulldog, that b_tch there’ll sick on ’em
say, nine9, this beat ain’t like the usual
spin on that block and we give ’em the usual
they be like, “how the f_ck jace get a tool in here?”
‘fore i get checked, i’d rather be the stupidest
i pour a four in that b_tch and that boy put a two in it, say he the goopiest (goopiest)
four pair of air force 1s i cop, that just two, yeah, he the goofiest
cujo ain’t take his meds, now he seein’ red, yeah, he the looniest (b_tch, ayy)
true religion buddha on my pants, get to makin’ up words, i’m the true_iest (rrr, rrr, rrr)
[verse]
ayy, ayy (rrr, rrr, rrr), b_tch, ayy, nine9, this ain’t like the normal sh_t
i’m gettin’ high on that normal sh_t (b_tch)
i’m gettin’ bands, it’s normal, b_tch
spin like a fan, get sh_t lit
hittin’ his head, he ain’t seein’ for sh_t
he used to ran it, now he ain’t sh_t (b_tch), b_tch (ayy)
double cup, i triple cup this b_tch, tryna get fat as h_ll
she wanna f_ck, i’ma keep on f_ckin’ this b_tch, ass be fat as h_ll
i’m t’d up, they know i’m gon’ do my sh_t, do your money dance, lil’ n_gga
brand_new gun, and i’m tryna shoot that b_tch, throw up your hands, lil’ n_gga
[chorus]
brand_new glock and it got the 5th gen on it
see me an opp and i put a lil’ gen on ’em
she gave me top ’cause she got a lil’ gin in her
.44 bulldog, that b_tch there’ll sick on ’em
say, nine9, this beat ain’t like the usual
spin on that block and we give ’em the usual
they be like, “how the f_ck jace get a tool in here?”
‘fore i get checked, i’d rather be the stupidest
i pour a four in that b_tch and that boy put a two in it, say he the goopiest (goopiest)
four pair of air force 1s i cop, that just two, yeah, he the goofiest
cujo ain’t take his meds, now he seein’ red, yeah, he the looniest (b_tch, ayy)
true religion buddha on my pants, get to makin’ up words, i’m the true_iest (rrr, rrr, rrr)
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