"Might Not" lyrics
Choppa Ebk & B-Lovee Lyrics
Like, baby demon
Grrah (Die Y)
(Grrah)
I'm the one who started this madness, nigga
I'm tryna rock 'em like a baby
We see the opps then scream, "We got one", like
So that's when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
He tryna talk like a savage, he not one
Rollin' up Rah, that's a hot one
And I got this thot on my body, like
She a goat on her knees, she top one (Top one, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my), I got one in the top (Grrah, like)
It get lit, throw a shot
Put that on bro, I done did it a lot
Niggas actin' like somethin' they not
Callin' they bluff, this shit gotta stop
Niggas slackin', I get guap
That's why I'm fuckin' on all of they thots
Think I'm lackin'? I'm with Chop, and he be itchin' to blowin' his chop
And bitch it's Lovee, in the spot
Diamonds dancin', niggas starin'
But I dare 'em, hollows gon' fuck up whatever he wearin', like
First thing's first, I was never the one to be played with
Like, who not O's? Niggas better save it, like
Don't tryna play with my patience
Now, I get him fried like some bacon
They gon' die for the shit that he sayin'
It was y'all that was needing the savin'
So let's not get it mistaken
I'm done being calm, I'm on niggas ass
I'd never let them get a pass
Told bro TP, don't crash
Can't go out like AJ, he was movin' too fast
Bro, we did 'em sleeze, no Makk
Nesty the Gz, on his knees, he a fag
Yus Gz, fake jeans, give 'em back
Like, deady, where he at?
He shot himself, he was not movin' tact
I don't play with my gun, I don't get into that
She know I'm smokin' her mans, but she still let me hit from the back
Good wit' my hands, but I'm quick when I'm uppin' the strap
Can't go out like Rah, that dumb nigga lacked (That dumb nigga lacked)
I'm tryna rock 'em like a baby
We see the opps then scream, "We got one", like
So that's when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
He tryna talk like a savage, he not one
Rollin' up Rah, that's a hot one
And I got this thot on my body, like, she a goat on her knees, she top one (Top one, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my)
I got one in the top, like (Grrah, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my)
I got one in the top, like
[?] my strip, like, watch how I hop out the whip
Reverse what? Reverse shit, niggas get hit in that whip
And Freddy got hit with some chips with a bitch, that can never be me
'Cause I walk to the store with my stick, let it click
Grrah (Die Y)
(Grrah)
I'm the one who started this madness, nigga
I'm tryna rock 'em like a baby
We see the opps then scream, "We got one", like
So that's when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
He tryna talk like a savage, he not one
Rollin' up Rah, that's a hot one
And I got this thot on my body, like
She a goat on her knees, she top one (Top one, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my), I got one in the top (Grrah, like)
It get lit, throw a shot
Put that on bro, I done did it a lot
Niggas actin' like somethin' they not
Callin' they bluff, this shit gotta stop
Niggas slackin', I get guap
That's why I'm fuckin' on all of they thots
Think I'm lackin'? I'm with Chop, and he be itchin' to blowin' his chop
And bitch it's Lovee, in the spot
Diamonds dancin', niggas starin'
But I dare 'em, hollows gon' fuck up whatever he wearin', like
First thing's first, I was never the one to be played with
Like, who not O's? Niggas better save it, like
Don't tryna play with my patience
Now, I get him fried like some bacon
They gon' die for the shit that he sayin'
It was y'all that was needing the savin'
So let's not get it mistaken
I'm done being calm, I'm on niggas ass
I'd never let them get a pass
Told bro TP, don't crash
Can't go out like AJ, he was movin' too fast
Bro, we did 'em sleeze, no Makk
Nesty the Gz, on his knees, he a fag
Yus Gz, fake jeans, give 'em back
Like, deady, where he at?
He shot himself, he was not movin' tact
I don't play with my gun, I don't get into that
She know I'm smokin' her mans, but she still let me hit from the back
Good wit' my hands, but I'm quick when I'm uppin' the strap
Can't go out like Rah, that dumb nigga lacked (That dumb nigga lacked)
I'm tryna rock 'em like a baby
We see the opps then scream, "We got one", like
So that's when the shots come, boys in the cut lowkey tryna drop one
He tryna talk like a savage, he not one
Rollin' up Rah, that's a hot one
And I got this thot on my body, like, she a goat on her knees, she top one (Top one, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my)
I got one in the top, like (Grrah, like)
And she tryna— (And she tryna)
And we tryna— (Oh, we tryna?)
But I keep my— (And I keep my)
I got one in the top, like
[?] my strip, like, watch how I hop out the whip
Reverse what? Reverse shit, niggas get hit in that whip
And Freddy got hit with some chips with a bitch, that can never be me
'Cause I walk to the store with my stick, let it click
