Highself
Ain’t With That
What
Aye
Bitch

You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
On a band route im trynna get rich n***a

You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
On a band route im trynna get rich n***a

Smoking on that Indo blowing kushy out the sprinter
Ice all on my neck and on my wrist look like its winter
N***a want some smoke then imma press him like a printer
Then I pull up too the crib slide in lil mama im a swimmer

Gotta pray to god cause imma sinner
Trappin hard I remember whipping noodles up for dinner
Now im out here ballin countin up cause im a winner
Pull up and I gave lil mama wood just like splinter

She love me cause a n***a all up in her
She blowing up my line stalking all up on my twitter
Finna cop a rari thats a spider with some spinners
Push the start I drop the top then pull it off call that a trimmer

You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
On a band route im trynna get rich n***a

You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
You ain't with that shit cause you a bitch n***a
On a band route im trynna get rich n***a