AINT THIS !

[Intro] Tr-Trench kept telling me to 'low it, but I can't, fam (They must think I'm some American yout, fam) Trench was like I gotta make—(You should make something fucked), I gotta make them—, I gotta make them normal tunes but I can't, fam, some dickhead ting out here fam (Hey) Uh, uh-huh [Chorus] That shit ain't this (Hey) I don't know what that is but that shit ain't this (Huh?) Tiny got the 'matic, I'm a trap king like T.I.P (T.I.P) I'm a real ghost, I'm out here, tryna find me?, you wish (Hey) Benihana, chop a dead body, I'ma put it on a dish (Serve it up) Arthritis, your whole gang, dismantle your clique (Huh) Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up) Pussy, you can bite your gums, but you can't bite this (Dickhеad) [Verse] From what angle? (Huh?) Big shank go stir fry, leave a man tanglеd (Trust) Big man come against the gang, get manhandled (Dickhead) Four-four's and big spinners anywhere the gang go (Hey) Trench told me to allow the greaze, 'til a man already burnt I can't, niggas think I'm out here like Smokepurpp I can't, niggas think I'm out here like Lil Pump (Gucci Gang) I can't, I want all the smoke 'til the nigga Pink Runtz (Huh?) It's Lance, dickhead (Haha) It's Lance, I am not an American yout (Trust) Tryna turn up the heat, I'll put the pressure on you (Yeah) You're not from my street, you ain't got my view (No) Got a gun licence, cool (Dickhead) Got the shank my waist, go on and try me, you fool (Fool) Bullets ain't got no names, but this stainless here for you (Phew) I come through serving the base, I'm shotting the cadence too (Chyeah) [Chorus] That shit ain't this (Huh?) I don't know what that is but that shit ain't this (No) Tiny got the 'matic, I'm a trap king like T.I.P (Hey) I'm a real ghost, I'm out here, tryna find me?, you wish (Hey) Benihana, chop a dead body, I'ma put it on a dish (Rock it) Arthritis, your whole gang, dismantle your clique (Yeah) Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up) Pussy, you can bite your gums, but you can't bite this (Dickhead)