Aint That by Tyler mari Lyrics
(Pre-Hook)
I wake up
I count up
We sit back
We smoke up
Way too stuck
Way too up
I need more
Ain’t enough
(Hook)
I got ksubis on my jeans and they filled up with cash
With my brothers klay and curry all we do is fucking splash
I real got designer on me this ain’t that
In a foreign with my partnas bout to hit the dash
(Verse 1)
I’m way too up I’m seeing colors murakami
I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick up when you called me
Keep it real Girl I just want you right beside me
Got me feening I can’t stop it and I ain’t lying
Bout to fly out to LA
With my shooters making plays
Blowing smoke and changing lanes
I can’t never hit the brakes
I can’t forget how you changed
I won’t switch up I’m the same
Dressed in ricks and bathing ape
Pop this bean and go insane
(Pre-Hook)
I wake up
I count up
We sit back
We smoke up
Way too stuck
Way too up
I need more
Ain’t enough
(Hook)
I got ksubis on my jeans and they filled up with cash
With my brothers klay and curry all we do is fucking splash
I real got designer on me this ain’t that
In a foreign with my partnas bout to hit the dash (Verse 2)
(Verse 2)
I got real designer on me
This ain't that
Had to stop fucking your hoe
She's too attached
I just put her on a script
Don't know how to act
Water Lamborghini
I don't want no Scatpack
If I take your bitch she's never going back
N**** you is not no slime
You're not no slatt
I just took my city
Put it on the map
I just took your bitch
And put her on the ack
I can't even text
LA vest on my chest (yea, yea)
Crosses on my back
Baby OBX (yea, yea)
I think that a demon put me to a test (yea, yea)
Little baby she be saying I'm up next (yea, yea)
If you love me baby
You gon' pop this perc for me
If you love me baby
You gon' show your worth to me
I'm in love with drugs and women
It's a curse for me
All these drugs and all these parties is the worst for me
(Pre-Hook)
I wake up
I count up
We sit back
We smoke up
Way too stuck
Way too up
I need more
Ain’t enough
(Hook)
I got ksubis on my jeans and they filled up with cash
With my brothers klay and curry all we do is fucking splash
I real got designer on me this ain’t that
In a foreign with my partnas bout to hit the dash (Verse 2)
I wake up
I count up
We sit back
We smoke up
Way too stuck
Way too up
I need more
Ain’t enough
(Hook)
I got ksubis on my jeans and they filled up with cash
With my brothers klay and curry all we do is fucking splash
I real got designer on me this ain’t that
In a foreign with my partnas bout to hit the dash
(Verse 1)
I’m way too up I’m seeing colors murakami
I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick up when you called me
Keep it real Girl I just want you right beside me
Got me feening I can’t stop it and I ain’t lying
Bout to fly out to LA
With my shooters making plays
Blowing smoke and changing lanes
I can’t never hit the brakes
I can’t forget how you changed
I won’t switch up I’m the same
Dressed in ricks and bathing ape
Pop this bean and go insane
(Pre-Hook)
I wake up
I count up
We sit back
We smoke up
Way too stuck
Way too up
I need more
Ain’t enough
(Hook)
I got ksubis on my jeans and they filled up with cash
With my brothers klay and curry all we do is fucking splash
I real got designer on me this ain’t that
In a foreign with my partnas bout to hit the dash (Verse 2)
(Verse 2)
I got real designer on me
This ain't that
Had to stop fucking your hoe
She's too attached
I just put her on a script
Don't know how to act
Water Lamborghini
I don't want no Scatpack
If I take your bitch she's never going back
N**** you is not no slime
You're not no slatt
I just took my city
Put it on the map
I just took your bitch
And put her on the ack
I can't even text
LA vest on my chest (yea, yea)
Crosses on my back
Baby OBX (yea, yea)
I think that a demon put me to a test (yea, yea)
Little baby she be saying I'm up next (yea, yea)
If you love me baby
You gon' pop this perc for me
If you love me baby
You gon' show your worth to me
I'm in love with drugs and women
It's a curse for me
All these drugs and all these parties is the worst for me
(Pre-Hook)
I wake up
I count up
We sit back
We smoke up
Way too stuck
Way too up
I need more
Ain’t enough
(Hook)
I got ksubis on my jeans and they filled up with cash
With my brothers klay and curry all we do is fucking splash
I real got designer on me this ain’t that
In a foreign with my partnas bout to hit the dash (Verse 2)