PRONTO2RARE - THIS AINT THAT

009 shit nigga you already know how we rocking
(WAKE EM UP 9)
Hold up, 9 made this bitch?
Say you getting money
You ain't getting money
Broke nigga need to stop that
Say you got a strap
But you ain't having that
And if you did you wouldn't pop that
Nigga play with mines
He gone have to die
Aim the blicky where his top at
Drop the roof and push his top back
Smoke a nigga like a Opp pack
Kicked it with your bitch
Said you lame as shit
And she want this cause this is not that
Yeah
I'm on that fuck shit
Not to be fucked with
Can't get attached to no bitch
Cause money I'm stuck with
No I don't trust shit
Cause niggas on sus shit
And these bitches really be hoes
I be acting like I never known
Ugb this the live that I chose
Ttg on my life I'm on go
Used to be in the light so exposed
But I ain't moving like that no more
Call up slime and he wiping ya nose
Need it all, once he get it, he gone
And you know brodie repping the 5
So it's back to the hive, honeycomb
This lil bitch trying to slide hit my phone
But I told her I'm busy
I'm riding with Nitti
These niggas don't like that we on
Play the field like a Middie
These niggas so iffy
No telling which side that they on
I can't do 50 50
I keep it a hundred
Like Benjamin Franklin
I'm all bout money
She want me to love her
But I am no dummy
These bitches got to many problems
And I got 99 but she ain't on my list
I'm in love with money I can't love a bitch
I might pass her to ski just to get the assist
Cuzzo told me go get em, I got em
Had to scratch a new rapper up off the hit list
009 I be damned if I switched
Rep that shit till I'm gone on a shirt that say rip
Rbugb you know what it is
They know what it is
Say you getting money but you ain't getting shit
You ain't getting shit
No
Say you getting money
You ain't getting money
Broke nigga need to stop that
Say you got a strap
But you ain't having that
And if you did you wouldn't pop that
Nigga play with mines
He gone have to die
Aim the blicky where his top at
Drop the roof and push his top back
Smoke a nigga like a Opp pack
Kicked it with ya bitch
Said you lame as shit
And she want this cause this is not that
Yeah
Ain't on the same shit these niggas be on
I'm on some king shit these niggas peons
My niggas paint shit, green beam neon
Choppa keep singing
Celine Dion
I been heating up like somebody cut the heat on
Ice on my neck turn to water it melt
Swimming in money my name Pronto Phelps
These niggas gone drown in that wave, they need help
These racks pulling down on my pants, need a belt
Oh wait that's your bitch let her top that
Whip a v12 like Tom Brady roof drop back
They sending shots like we ain't finna pop back
Stay with the gang, I don't hang where the cops at
He talking crazy 9 aim where is top at
BOW
He'll turn that boy to a Opp pack
Just for thinking that my gang wasn't bout that
He said he was bout it I doubt that
He gotta strap but he moving without that
Ain't good in his hood I can vouch that
These niggas capping I do not allow that
No
Say you getting money
You ain't getting money
Broke nigga need to stop that
Say you got a strap
But you ain't having that
And if you did you wouldn't pop that
Nigga play with mines
He gone have to die
Aim the blicky where his top at
Drop the roof and push his top back
Smoke a nigga like a Opp pack
Kicked it with your bitch
Said you lame as shit
And she want this cause this is not that

Written by:
Shan Shaw II

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