Aint It

Lyrics

[Chorus] My mom like "Put down your cup" I hate hearing that little shit I'm a grown man on my shit How you expect I got them licks? How you expect I got these bands? How you expect I got this bitch? How you expect I got this rich? Disrespect right on my stick [Verse] I been arguing with my fam, and that little shit ain't it Finna pop in the world with a tic, I been popping these percs like a zit I been popping a whole lotta tags, I been popping a whole lotta shit In the game, on gang can't sit, and my wrist what you thought was pissed Why the fuck would I call his bitch? And these ho's be on my dick When they shit with us, they click, ain't taking advice, you ain't rich I'ma take my time wit this money, though, I'ma turn a 3 to a 6 Ain't doing none with these funny ho's 'causе these lil ho's take vids I ain't crying 'bout shit I fixеd, pitching loyalty to my kid I'ma teach him how to tote that blick I can't listen to just anything And the pape' just got my wedding ring And this cup filled up with candy paint I was stuck down in the rain Nobody put any strains So I've been smoking many strains She don't listen, she got mini brain I pour six in Minute Maid This money make me feel a way The teacher made me peep the game I stop arguing about that lil shit Make money, ignore the bullshit More money, more problems, more bitches I don't got time 'cause I be doing shit [Chorus] My mom like "Put down your cup" I hate hearing that little shit I'm a grown man on my shit, I'm a grown man on my- How you expect I got these licks? How you expect I got these bands? How you expect I got this bitch? How you expect I got this rich? How you expect I got this rich? How you expect I got this rich? How you expect I got this rich? Disrespect right on my stick [Outro] How you expect I got these bands? How you expect I got this bitch? How you expect I got these licks? How you expect I got this shit? I'm expecting [?] I'm expecting when I get that lick I'm expecting when I get that