Ain't Bout Dat Life Ft Jay 305 lyrics

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Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t talking that tough shit,
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life

Ok, I’m riding round with my stacks, and I got my home town on my back
My enemies on my Malcolm X, on my upper right and my lap
Me, I represent for that Inglewood, where my money right and they know it
On prometesine with that pistol plan, I’m banging out the whole focus
These square niggas so bogus, this jord bright and hoes nodes
I’m riding out and I just zone it, I swear that these lame niggas don’t want it
I got this other draw in my vocals, I’m bout my mail, ain’t no poster bitch
I’m bizy getting that OT though I got no time to play with no locals
I’m swagging out in these clubs, and I dropped a rent to stay on that couch
Take about 3 months of that same rent
To pay for that gold in my mouth
Bitch I do this, I do this
This here ain’t just bout no music
I bleed the block and I grinded out
I beat the bass down till I bruise it

My time is now and I got it
Fuck these haters tryna block it
Got that dollar building my leave eyes
And these racks tucked in my pocket
My time is now and I got it
Fuck these haters tryna knock it
Got that Louie… my leave eyes
And that hammer tucked in my pocket

These niggas just out here fronting,
These niggas just out here planning
These niggas stay talking that bullshit
I ain’t mad at y’all I’m just saying
These niggas must think they nice
These niggas think they shit tight
Real nigga eryday and night

Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t talking that tough shit,
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life

Let them hate hate, but my case straight
I’m with a bad bitch and on vacate
So fuck these niggas and what they say
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Them niggas more than weak, just like 8 days
We got ak’s that will trouble shoot
You get caught up in a polo bubble go
See my hoes man, they wouldn’t even fuck with you
You act out, have a shooter see what’s up with you
See I’m down … but respect home
Sox my … home, red bitch to get wet from
And tell her toe touching and do a stretch on
And I flex homie, flex homie
Ice cold on my pimp shit,
Other rappers don’t shrimp shit
I’m having red wine with my shrimp this
Y’all just talking bout getting it
But y’all ain’t real about bindess
I’m grinding out till I’m finished
To drop that period on my sentence.
City boy be talking bout getting it
But they ain’t really bout betting
I’m grinding out till I’m finished
Versace shades all in my vision

These niggas just out here fronting,
These niggas just out here planning
These niggas stay talking that bullshit
I ain’t mad at y’all I’m just saying
These niggas must think they nice
These niggas think they shit tight
Real nigga eryday and night

Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t talking that tough shit,
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life
Y’all niggas ain’t bout that life, y’all niggas ain’t bout that life

Any city hero, I rock Camero, watch my spot
Clock in the near… never been a …
4 4 60 shots, nigga just breathe, aim for the face
Nigga fuck your knees
Real gangs nigga fuck peace
I’ve been here, I’ma die here
Live life nigga with no fear
No tattoos just stab wounds
I’ve been a goon, I’ve been a fool,
I broke the rules, willing to loose
Say you tough, my …will call you bluff
Los Angeles hot top … put your hoe on thick
Fuck her good, then go big, hit it with the jig
South central shit,
Hundred miles on my cortez, watching for the feds
Don’t bie … dope boy, baking the bread
She gave me the pussy cause how I said
How I play, you can’t fade it
You roach niggas, you roach hoes
Read it, racks on racks nigga,
That’s how I plat it, fucker.