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Trippie Redd - This Aint That Lyrics

This Ain't That Song Lyrics
This Ain't That by Trippie Redd [Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
f**k that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ sh*t, but they ain’t with that sh*t for real
f**k nigga talkin’ sh*t, then he gon’ get his ass killed
f**k nigga talkin’ sh*t, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh*t, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a b**ch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a b**ch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a b**ch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a f**king walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the f**k you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, b**ch, not Melo, uh
b**ch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ sh*t, but they ain’t with that sh*t for real
f**k nigga talkin’ sh*t, then he gon’ get his ass killed
f**k nigga talkin’ sh*t, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh*t, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a b**ch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a b**ch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This b**ch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these b**ch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the sh*ts, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna f**k her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna f**k ’cause money up on her

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ sh*t, but they ain’t with that sh*t for real
f**k nigga talkin’ sh*t, then he gon’ get his ass killed
f**k nigga talkin’ sh*t, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that sh*t, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a b**ch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a b**ch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real