"Ain't I" lyrics
I'm tired of y'all actin' like I'm really ain't that nigga
She came over, she already know she blowin' pickle
I did my Johns, hit her with that AMB wiggle
You know her ass real when she jump, it jiggle
These bands all in my pocket, got me walkin' like I'm cripple
I put it in her rear end, she talkin' bout a tickle
Slide on that block, and pull up, off the dribble
I'm on my body, man, I'm really thinkin' that I'm trippin
I'm really am that nigga, shit, ain't I, ain't I
Ain't shit, change, i'm still the same guy
Niggas can't see me and nothin' like they cockeyed
Naming who, hot in L.A., but not I
Fuck bein' humble, I been patient for a long time
Fuck a feature and fuck you niggas, fuck a co-sign
It's time to run it up, yeah, it's go time
Niggas tryna be like the J, yeah, it's coach time
In the booth talkin' spicy, yeah, that's hot lava
My EP's way hotter than they fuckin' albums, niggas bums
Man, that shit buff, man, you need to stop rappin
Come through steppin' in this bitch like some cappas
Have my bitch Nina hit you quick, she a ratchet
Can't fuck with me, yeah, we cut from a different fabric
How the fuck I fall off, I'm still makin' slappers
Chrome Heart crosses on my body, might think I'm a pastor
She came over, you already know I had to smack her
I told her, get straight to the head like a aspirin
Bleedin' shit like a period, bitch, I'm spazzin
Put opp, all in a wood who, wanna match it
Big-ass shoes on my feet, these are Lanvins
Hang a nigga right on the wall like a plasma
I like all natural, don't really fuck with plastic
Get dough fuck hoes, I really got bad habits
Bing bong this chopstick, a really fucked yo life up
Look how I came in this bitch, I'm all iced up
You can catch me shinin' at the top like a light bulb
She said she want the J, man, this bitch tryna get piped up
Y'all can't do nothin' with me, chase money, go get it
If you got that bag for me, then I'm in your city
Thick, bitch, pussy real pink like a new 50
Bitch, it's the Ase child, what y'all gon' do with me on gang
She came over, she already know she blowin' pickle
I did my Johns, hit her with that AMB wiggle
You know her ass real when she jump, it jiggle
These bands all in my pocket, got me walkin' like I'm cripple
I put it in her rear end, she talkin' bout a tickle
Slide on that block, and pull up, off the dribble
I'm on my body, man, I'm really thinkin' that I'm trippin
I'm really am that nigga, shit, ain't I, ain't I
Ain't shit, change, i'm still the same guy
Niggas can't see me and nothin' like they cockeyed
Naming who, hot in L.A., but not I
Fuck bein' humble, I been patient for a long time
Fuck a feature and fuck you niggas, fuck a co-sign
It's time to run it up, yeah, it's go time
Niggas tryna be like the J, yeah, it's coach time
In the booth talkin' spicy, yeah, that's hot lava
My EP's way hotter than they fuckin' albums, niggas bums
Man, that shit buff, man, you need to stop rappin
Come through steppin' in this bitch like some cappas
Have my bitch Nina hit you quick, she a ratchet
Can't fuck with me, yeah, we cut from a different fabric
How the fuck I fall off, I'm still makin' slappers
Chrome Heart crosses on my body, might think I'm a pastor
She came over, you already know I had to smack her
I told her, get straight to the head like a aspirin
Bleedin' shit like a period, bitch, I'm spazzin
Put opp, all in a wood who, wanna match it
Big-ass shoes on my feet, these are Lanvins
Hang a nigga right on the wall like a plasma
I like all natural, don't really fuck with plastic
Get dough fuck hoes, I really got bad habits
Bing bong this chopstick, a really fucked yo life up
Look how I came in this bitch, I'm all iced up
You can catch me shinin' at the top like a light bulb
She said she want the J, man, this bitch tryna get piped up
Y'all can't do nothin' with me, chase money, go get it
If you got that bag for me, then I'm in your city
Thick, bitch, pussy real pink like a new 50
Bitch, it's the Ase child, what y'all gon' do with me on gang
Writer(s): Jayvon Lanell May
