WHAT YOU I$NT by Aetius Lyrics
Intro:
Yo
Verse 1:
I write these lines to make my mind
Come out the dust and to get me them dimes
Bitch want to fuck I might give her the time
But the money what i'm trying to find
All I been thinking Bout lately
Is people who hate me
The people who love me
And money im making
No Bitches
No Pussy
No Stressin
I learned my Damn lesson when bitches be texting
I bet she be sweating on me
Just check and you'll see
Just look in my texts and she sending me things
I ain't hit her back and my hotline still bling
But this bitch gone get dick when she just want a ring
And some money to hold but im gonna keep it myself
Fuck all the banks keep the racks on the shelf
Sipping this lean can't be good for my health
But i really can't sleep and the drank is my help
Holding on tight to this rap shit
All these other kids coming with the wack shit
Got your bitch laying on my mattress
Looking like an actress
Put her pussy in a casket
That's murder he wrote
These people gonna quote
Yo bitch hit my phone
Ask if im alone so you know she gon
Come through and give me that throat
Yeah
She be sucking sloppy
Head so good Throwing neck is a hobby
I dont ever Cuff Cause i dont ever fuck with thotties
Less she trying to fuck then leave I'm Never sorry
I dont got time to cuff hoes cause im busy
Smoking on dope, sipping lean till im dizzy
Pressing little bitches
Me and savvo me and izzy
Sipping champagne out the bottle
Feeling fizzy
Hoes coming through tyna buy a little dro
Cooling in the trap
Got the cash on the floor
Got the stash in the back
Do the math
Then its sold
Then im back to the lab
With these rap getting wrote
Its a fact that I'm bad while these cats is a joke
Murder hella fast I dont want em getting hope
Rappers getting fucked like they dropping on the soap
If you running up on me
Ill leave you holy like the pope
Hoe
Fucking with me you gonna see bout the business
I come in your house leave a gift it ain't Christmas
Fuck on yo hoe
Cause my dick on the wish list
You know that she coming and talking bout visits
I send her a letter i dont need them digits
Yuh
And she fucking wit me cause I is WHAT YOU I$NT
Yo
Verse 1:
I write these lines to make my mind
Come out the dust and to get me them dimes
Bitch want to fuck I might give her the time
But the money what i'm trying to find
All I been thinking Bout lately
Is people who hate me
The people who love me
And money im making
No Bitches
No Pussy
No Stressin
I learned my Damn lesson when bitches be texting
I bet she be sweating on me
Just check and you'll see
Just look in my texts and she sending me things
I ain't hit her back and my hotline still bling
But this bitch gone get dick when she just want a ring
And some money to hold but im gonna keep it myself
Fuck all the banks keep the racks on the shelf
Sipping this lean can't be good for my health
But i really can't sleep and the drank is my help
Holding on tight to this rap shit
All these other kids coming with the wack shit
Got your bitch laying on my mattress
Looking like an actress
Put her pussy in a casket
That's murder he wrote
These people gonna quote
Yo bitch hit my phone
Ask if im alone so you know she gon
Come through and give me that throat
Yeah
She be sucking sloppy
Head so good Throwing neck is a hobby
I dont ever Cuff Cause i dont ever fuck with thotties
Less she trying to fuck then leave I'm Never sorry
I dont got time to cuff hoes cause im busy
Smoking on dope, sipping lean till im dizzy
Pressing little bitches
Me and savvo me and izzy
Sipping champagne out the bottle
Feeling fizzy
Hoes coming through tyna buy a little dro
Cooling in the trap
Got the cash on the floor
Got the stash in the back
Do the math
Then its sold
Then im back to the lab
With these rap getting wrote
Its a fact that I'm bad while these cats is a joke
Murder hella fast I dont want em getting hope
Rappers getting fucked like they dropping on the soap
If you running up on me
Ill leave you holy like the pope
Hoe
Fucking with me you gonna see bout the business
I come in your house leave a gift it ain't Christmas
Fuck on yo hoe
Cause my dick on the wish list
You know that she coming and talking bout visits
I send her a letter i dont need them digits
Yuh
And she fucking wit me cause I is WHAT YOU I$NT