You Don't Want It Songtext
Yeah, what up shot?
Ain't shit, my nigga, it’s that shit right here
Know how we do
Let me get some of that drank, what you got in that bag, nigga?
Allow me to emote
Yeah, let's spit some of that shit P
I know you want what's mine, get your own shit
I know you want my wife, get your own bitch, you hear?
Get your own, your own, ya heard?
Ain't shit, my nigga, it’s that shit right here
Know how we do
Let me get some of that drank, what you got in that bag, nigga?
Allow me to emote
Yeah, let's spit some of that shit P
I know you want what's mine, get your own shit
I know you want my wife, get your own bitch, you hear?
Get your own, your own, ya heard?
Sex, drugs and money, but music come first
Without havin’ these beats, I would be lost
I can't write greatness to production that's garbage
Cold-hearted, I'm like, "Please get away from me
I don't want your bum likes rubbin' off on me"
I'm pickier than a female, I choose like a whore
I don't settle for less, fuck that, I want more
I’m the best rapper alive, them niggas lied to you
I decide who not to flip on and let ’em do they numbers
Yeah, come check my eyes out, come see
Give my power a test, I have you runnin' naked in the street
What’s beef? These niggas is cute
Poppin' shit, talkin' that gangbang shit, I shoot
First dumb nigga with a light bulb over his head
You rather follow suit than get your money instead
I'm well-rounded, I’m not stuck on one thing
My painful life is very humbling, but
I'm well-rounded, so that bein' known
On my cocky shit, bitch, you could kick stones
I impress for love, I try really hard But it's a two-way street, you ain't givin' back, I'm gone
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels (Uh)
Write a book full of medicine (Uh-huh), it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
I'm tryna live my life in peace and harmony
The opposite of Andrew Lloyd, drama-free
But some of y'all be tryna play games constantly
But I recognize the shook ones, that's word to Prodigy
For sucker shit awards, y'all be first nominee
But quick to beat your chest and scream out ''I'm a G''
Where your loyalty lie and where your honor be?
On everything, I swear y'all niggas is comedy
My peeps often sleep walkin', no sheep walkin'
Reportin', aight nigga, keep talkin'
Vibes gettin' toxic 'cause y'all wanna pop shit
Tryna keep a nigga out the door, but I'm a locksmith
It's sad to see that y'all can't remain stable
Actin' like we ain't able to eat at the same table
They all trippin' like that bag ain't big enough
But the AR-15, that mag big enough, keep playin'
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
Without havin’ these beats, I would be lost
I can't write greatness to production that's garbage
Cold-hearted, I'm like, "Please get away from me
I don't want your bum likes rubbin' off on me"
I'm pickier than a female, I choose like a whore
I don't settle for less, fuck that, I want more
I’m the best rapper alive, them niggas lied to you
I decide who not to flip on and let ’em do they numbers
Yeah, come check my eyes out, come see
Give my power a test, I have you runnin' naked in the street
What’s beef? These niggas is cute
Poppin' shit, talkin' that gangbang shit, I shoot
First dumb nigga with a light bulb over his head
You rather follow suit than get your money instead
I'm well-rounded, I’m not stuck on one thing
My painful life is very humbling, but
I'm well-rounded, so that bein' known
On my cocky shit, bitch, you could kick stones
I impress for love, I try really hard But it's a two-way street, you ain't givin' back, I'm gone
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels (Uh)
Write a book full of medicine (Uh-huh), it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
I'm tryna live my life in peace and harmony
The opposite of Andrew Lloyd, drama-free
But some of y'all be tryna play games constantly
But I recognize the shook ones, that's word to Prodigy
For sucker shit awards, y'all be first nominee
But quick to beat your chest and scream out ''I'm a G''
Where your loyalty lie and where your honor be?
On everything, I swear y'all niggas is comedy
My peeps often sleep walkin', no sheep walkin'
Reportin', aight nigga, keep talkin'
Vibes gettin' toxic 'cause y'all wanna pop shit
Tryna keep a nigga out the door, but I'm a locksmith
It's sad to see that y'all can't remain stable
Actin' like we ain't able to eat at the same table
They all trippin' like that bag ain't big enough
But the AR-15, that mag big enough, keep playin'
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills
Tour the album only for more sales
