"You Not That" lyrics
Juicy J & DJ Scream Lyrics
Free all trippy niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hoodrich)
Let me tell you somethin', man, let me tell you somethin' (Comin' down)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that, not that)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (No way, drop yet)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet, DJ Scream)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that, not that)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet)
That shit just sound good in your songs, nigga, your beats be hard as shit (As shit)
If they hold you for seventy-two, you gonna put names up on the list (Right there)
You would be givin' up all your dogs (Right there), you ain't gon' stand up and take your lick (Mm)
Bitch-ass nigga get caught with a switch (Mhm)
Soon as they close that door, you gon' switch (Ay)
Nigga, your mama should be ashamed of what she call her son
You ain't out here in the mix
You ain't no killer just 'cause you bought all them guns (No, no)
Know you ain't one of them guys
You ain't gon' kill shit unless you die (No, no)
Talkin' like you gon' slide
You really out here lettin' shit slide (Damn)
All these niggas be tough 'til it's time to up that fire (Up that fire)
Soon as you hear it's some smoke, you know you gon' choke up and run, hide
Nigga, quit all that stuntin', go get you some money, stop cappin' 'bout street shit, you never done it
You're bein' yourself in this shit, then you ain't gotta 'bout nothin' (Yeah, ho)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that, not that)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (No, no, no, no, no)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet)
He was talkin' like a gangster, he ain't caught a hat yet
I hit the streets and did my homework, had to do a fact check
You can have love for the streets, but they don't love nobody back
I lost my dog to this shit, I got PTSD from that
Nigga, you are not that, actin' all big and bold, nigga
Don't get killed tryna flex for these hoes, nigga
Make it back home to your motherfuckin' kids
Keep on actin' like a gangster, you gon' get it how you live
Don't come around me 'less you got ice in your veins
'Cause if this shit get to poppin', I got no time to explain
You niggas know how I'm rockin', ten steps ahead of the game
Can't just be actin' like a killer, dog, that's so fuckin' lame
Damn shame (Trippy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hoodrich)
Let me tell you somethin', man, let me tell you somethin' (Comin' down)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that, not that)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (No way, drop yet)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet, DJ Scream)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that, not that)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet)
That shit just sound good in your songs, nigga, your beats be hard as shit (As shit)
If they hold you for seventy-two, you gonna put names up on the list (Right there)
You would be givin' up all your dogs (Right there), you ain't gon' stand up and take your lick (Mm)
Bitch-ass nigga get caught with a switch (Mhm)
Soon as they close that door, you gon' switch (Ay)
Nigga, your mama should be ashamed of what she call her son
You ain't out here in the mix
You ain't no killer just 'cause you bought all them guns (No, no)
Know you ain't one of them guys
You ain't gon' kill shit unless you die (No, no)
Talkin' like you gon' slide
You really out here lettin' shit slide (Damn)
All these niggas be tough 'til it's time to up that fire (Up that fire)
Soon as you hear it's some smoke, you know you gon' choke up and run, hide
Nigga, quit all that stuntin', go get you some money, stop cappin' 'bout street shit, you never done it
You're bein' yourself in this shit, then you ain't gotta 'bout nothin' (Yeah, ho)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that, not that)
Quit actin' like a killer, you are not that (Not that)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (No, no, no, no, no)
You just be talkin', nigga, ain't a body drop yet (Drop yet)
He was talkin' like a gangster, he ain't caught a hat yet
I hit the streets and did my homework, had to do a fact check
You can have love for the streets, but they don't love nobody back
I lost my dog to this shit, I got PTSD from that
Nigga, you are not that, actin' all big and bold, nigga
Don't get killed tryna flex for these hoes, nigga
Make it back home to your motherfuckin' kids
Keep on actin' like a gangster, you gon' get it how you live
Don't come around me 'less you got ice in your veins
'Cause if this shit get to poppin', I got no time to explain
You niggas know how I'm rockin', ten steps ahead of the game
Can't just be actin' like a killer, dog, that's so fuckin' lame
Damn shame (Trippy)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston
