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richboypopin - not you pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: richboypopin]
don’t hate on me, n_gga, i am hater_proof
n_gga, i am hater_proof
sippin’ casamigos and codeine in the stu’
yeah, and codeine in the stu’
got a glock with a beam, it’s aimin’ at you
it’s aimin’ at you
i done said this sh_t before, n_gga, i’m not you
i’m not you

[verse 1: richboypopin & 5mal9]
playin’ tag, round yo’ block, n_gga, i got you
playin’ hide and seek round yo’ block, n_gga, i spot you

n_ggas claimin’ that they hood, not true
n_ggas claimin’ that they stood, n_gga, that’s not true
n_ggas wanna be hood so bad, that’s not cute
f_cked around and made a part, to say that it’s not you
i’m like woah, gotta say that it’s not you
hunnid bands in my f_ckin’ pocket, call me hatsu
b_tch, you know we on, spinnin’ blocks too
got they momma and they f_ckin’ daddy cryin’, shot you
b_tch, you know we on, we turnt up all the way, let’s go
all my n_ggas never duckin’ smoke, we not no hoes
got a d_ck, i’ma stare with a beam out my eyes
shot you three, four times, hold on, ain’t tryna die
[verse 2: smokeyy kapalot]
556, know it’s aimin’ at your top
i ain’t never cared, i stay trapped like a dyk_
know i’m f_ckin’ b_tches, yeah, you know i got a type
brown skin, pretty brown eyes, and she stand at 5’5
never gave a f_ck
i stay strapped like a dyk_
know i am not you, said that sh_t twice
do i gotta say it again
got a bad b_tch and you know that she a ten
gotta do this sh_t again, take it to an extent
gotta put it on for my team, yeah, you know i represent
yeah, you know i represent
bout to take your life, ima hit him with this knife
yeah, we made a part, had to say this sh_t twice
yeah, this time around, we ain’t gon’ be so nice
i said nice, nice, tryna f_ck a bad b_tch, she look like ice spice
spice, spice, yeah, you smokin’ on that spice
no, i am not you, we said that sh_t twice, we gon’ say that sh_t again
never gave a f_ck, know i’m spinnin’ with my kin
if you not bl__dy drippin’, know that you can’t hang
spinning down yo’ block with a chop, it’s bout to bang
never gave a f_ck, know i keep the glock its tucked
glockiana on my hip, yeah, you know it’d f_ck you up
yeah, you know it, f_ck you up, but i’m screamin’, no diddy
i’ma f_ck up on your hoe while i play with her kitty
and i’m smokin’ young boy, yeah, he p_ssy, he kitty
we ain’t doin’ that dumbass dance, screamin’ out f_ck the griddy
[verse 3: richboypopin]
n_gga, i’m high, but i’m not the pilot
if i get too high and die, know that n_ggas’ll start a riot
yeah, real n_ggas don’t stay quiet
real n_ggas shoot them triggers, real n_ggas shoot like bryant
shoot you in your eyelid for lyin’
real n_ggas don’t just type it, real n_ggas get to strikin’
yeah, real n_ggas know the assignment
real n_ggas know we stuck in a cycle like we bikin’, yeah

[verse 4: richboypopin]
(sippin’ casamigos)
i’m sippin’, casamigos
drunk in the stu’, but my vision still on vevo
strapped up mexican in the back named tino
and one named rico
got another one jakk, but he finna shoot this free_throw
five shots in a row, a n_gga playin’ bingo
glock sing in autotune, cast his ass to the glee show
glock’ll stick yo’ ass up, i’ma call it a mosquito
5mal9 and jakk, yeah, i’m chillin’ with amigos
say you ten toes down, i shoot seven, now you three toes
oh sh_t, did you need those
i had to prove that yo’ ass was not exempt
rpg in my pants, n_gga, walkin’ with a limp
you was talkin’ all that sh_t, n_gga, how you miss
i been playin’ tag with my gun, n_gga, you it
ima grab the stick, hold with grip, then empty the clip
yes, i love to drop 4’s, i plead the fifth
yes, i love to drop wh0res with the boot they kicked
yes, i love to drop doors, i’m kickin’ it in
if you a ten and she a four, i’m kickin’ your friend
if you was listenin’, i don’t like repeatin’ sh_t
stop hypin’ up your friend, where the f_ck you see this sh_t
you must be seein’ sh_t, i don’t even see a six
i just see a b_tch that wanna c_ck block for some d_ck, yeah
i get some money, f_ck around and do my money dance
yo’ b_tch love to hit my line, cause i’m the money man
real talk, let me tell you something that’s funny, man
b_tches really be blockin’ they blessings, tryna be that funny friend
[verse 5: smokeyy kapalot]
tryna be that funny friend, really they the ugly friend
know that they got bodies, they be f_ckin’ on many men, yeah
yeah, they callin’ me the minute man
pull up on your block with a glock, out the sprinter van
f_ck that, really bustin’ out the f_ckin’ minivan, yeah
yeah, we bustin’ out the mom van
f_ck up on your thot b_tch, she said that she my biggest fan
know that im not you, spinnin’ down your block with a glock and a chop too
never give a f_ck, cause you know that i’m on top two, most wanted
never give a f_ck, got your b_tch, yeah, she want it
yeah, she screamin’ out my name, screamin’ out my name
screamin’, screamin’, never give a f_ck
up the glock, yeah, you know that i’m a demon
f_ck that b_tch, yeah, you know she eat the s_m_n
swallowing my kids, yeah, she swallowing my kids
know i’m bussin’ on her brain
never give a f_ck, got the glock, it’s bout to bang
know it’s bout to bang
if you not bl__dy drippin’, know that you can’t hang
unless your name is melvin
what’s that stank ass smell that i’m smellin’
that’s your b_tch’s p_ssy
walkin’ down your block, yeah, you know you been p_ssy
i don’t give a f_ck, cause you know that’s how i trap
walkin’ down your block, yeah, you know i’m bout to spaz
yo, what the f_ck
that sh_t hot trash, low key

- richboypopin lyrics

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