You Aint With the Shit by Kay ESs Lyrics
[Verse 1: KayEss]
I put the fire out, hi haters
This is Killa and you know I do it major
I see you little dudes on Instagram bangin'
But it's crazy 'cause you can't go where you claimin'
That's on Westside muthafuckin' Neighbors
We don't need no muthafuckin' favors
Always been on the trail like a blazer
So raise up, that ain't how ya momma raised ya
EML be the team we 'bout to takeoff
And I don't see you fuck niggas like Ray Charles
My team ball like the playoffs
And a nigga do tricks like a skateboard
Yea, so what's the deal, keep it real, huh
A nigga just tryna go for a million
Nigga been in the game for a minute
Go ahead and give thanks like a pilgrim
[Chorus: KayEss]
So you don't wanna do it
Bitch, shooting threes, I'm a sharp shooter (pop, pop, pop)
That's the sound of the ruger
When them hollow tips is comin' straight to ya
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Why you on Instagram flexin'
Can't handle real street pressure
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Got all your friends thinking that you do
But really you can't come to the hood
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Bitch nigga stop tryna prove a point
'Cause the real niggas know you in the joint
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the
[Verse 2: Runner]
Nigga you ain't with the business
Catch a case and get ta snitchin'
Bet ya girl call ya bitches
And we know bitches know they niggas
We keep pistols, we keep rentals just in case we gotta pull up onna beef
Show a nigga teeth, turn around and down him on the street
And his boy know we did it, we know where them niggas be
So if niggas want beef, then that's what it's gon be
Gotta broad down the street, keep K's in the jeep
In the backyard, I'll shoot them but I'll slap y'all
Act hard, niggas know ya niggas ass soft
Tag y'all like I Instagram'ed y'all
Blow a niggas ass off
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: TwinnFlii]
That's on the land of the Clover, I see they tryna hate
That's why I keep that 38 up on my waist
Now all I see is body bags, and yellow tape
EML the shit inna major way
I keep my foot up in they ass like Major Payne
Niggas can't compare to me I'm in a different lane
Knock these niggas off the wall like a picture frame
With a long gun, with a laser mane
I keep 17 inna clip, call me Rick Fox
Nigga aim stay on point like a red dot
Now watch the body buckle, soon as the head drop
'Cause two shots to the face will make ya neck pop, Huh!
[Chorus]
I put the fire out, hi haters
This is Killa and you know I do it major
I see you little dudes on Instagram bangin'
But it's crazy 'cause you can't go where you claimin'
That's on Westside muthafuckin' Neighbors
We don't need no muthafuckin' favors
Always been on the trail like a blazer
So raise up, that ain't how ya momma raised ya
EML be the team we 'bout to takeoff
And I don't see you fuck niggas like Ray Charles
My team ball like the playoffs
And a nigga do tricks like a skateboard
Yea, so what's the deal, keep it real, huh
A nigga just tryna go for a million
Nigga been in the game for a minute
Go ahead and give thanks like a pilgrim
[Chorus: KayEss]
So you don't wanna do it
Bitch, shooting threes, I'm a sharp shooter (pop, pop, pop)
That's the sound of the ruger
When them hollow tips is comin' straight to ya
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Why you on Instagram flexin'
Can't handle real street pressure
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Got all your friends thinking that you do
But really you can't come to the hood
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Bitch nigga stop tryna prove a point
'Cause the real niggas know you in the joint
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the shit
Nigga you ain't with the
[Verse 2: Runner]
Nigga you ain't with the business
Catch a case and get ta snitchin'
Bet ya girl call ya bitches
And we know bitches know they niggas
We keep pistols, we keep rentals just in case we gotta pull up onna beef
Show a nigga teeth, turn around and down him on the street
And his boy know we did it, we know where them niggas be
So if niggas want beef, then that's what it's gon be
Gotta broad down the street, keep K's in the jeep
In the backyard, I'll shoot them but I'll slap y'all
Act hard, niggas know ya niggas ass soft
Tag y'all like I Instagram'ed y'all
Blow a niggas ass off
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: TwinnFlii]
That's on the land of the Clover, I see they tryna hate
That's why I keep that 38 up on my waist
Now all I see is body bags, and yellow tape
EML the shit inna major way
I keep my foot up in they ass like Major Payne
Niggas can't compare to me I'm in a different lane
Knock these niggas off the wall like a picture frame
With a long gun, with a laser mane
I keep 17 inna clip, call me Rick Fox
Nigga aim stay on point like a red dot
Now watch the body buckle, soon as the head drop
'Cause two shots to the face will make ya neck pop, Huh!
[Chorus]