It Ain't About You Songtext / Lyric

Yea

Ay, Soopafly

Yup

Ay, what's the name of that song that goes

Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da

Dada-dada-da-da-da

It ain't about you?

That's the one you rappin' on?

Yea

Oh, yea, that's tight

You like that?

Yea






Check, check, check, check, check

Microphone, check, check, check, check, check

1, 2, check, check, check, check, check

Live in the place to be

Soopafly, comin' at ya

I don't stop and I don't quit

Comin' with that dogg pound gangsta shit

Yea, peep game



Check, I break a nigga neck

I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck

I like to rock a show, I'm stackin' c-notes

It's Soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know

Now peep so sweet unique

I doubt if you could top the peak

Keep 'em in check

No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek, they sleep



Kick 'em in they ass wake up, uh now

Let me take you on a journey block to block

Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop

Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, Tray don't stop

Had them bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin' them rocks

Straight from the L we don't take no shit

We off in the cut waitin' for y'all niggas to trip

We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with



When you in close range you best to duck quick

Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit

Game over, I knock a nigga from drunk to sober

I hope I don't have to maneuver the choker

If you wanna dance I do the polka

Stickin' fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade



Can I ride in your car?

Girl I've gone too far

Can I smoke on your weed?

Nah, that ain't what you need

Can I borrow a dollar?

No, but you can eat this dick

While I smash my shit

And I pop in my car



Can I give you my number?

Yea, next summer

But I'm hungry baby

Sh, me too, that's crazy

So open up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go

Aight then, but I ain't got no money

Ain't you treatin' baby?

Hell no



Bitch take another route

You ain't even what this song's about

Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood

Smokin' until the sun come out



Bitch please

Got her speakin' in Chinese

They like please

Yea, just pluck 'em off

Mothafuck all you hoes

Fuck 'em all

This is nothing but true game

This stainless thing got stained



The bitch gobble the best, she won a contest

For the best jaws in the West

The homie said, "Watch my head"

But instead, I got a 45 caliber lead spitta

A nigga feelin' bitter, shitty as some kitty litter

Take off, got a Adolf Hitler



Center of attraction

Multiplications then subtractions

From the blast then the smash

And the cash, and the credit

The bitch on my dick

I'm like bitch, forget it

Let it lose bitch, won't you let it

For what you let it

I get a bad bitch from Connecticut



A typical hoe, I'm only in it for the blow

The bitch was only in it for the blow

I gave her some blow then let her blow

Then she turned blue

On the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew



Can I ride in your car?

Girl I've gone too far

Can I smoke on your weed?

Nah, that ain't what you need

Can I borrow a dollar?

No, but you can eat this dick

While I smash my shit

And I pop in my car



Can I give you my number?

Yea, next summer

But I'm hungry baby

Sh, me too, that's crazy

So open up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go

Aight then, but I ain't got no money

Ain't you treatin' baby?

Hell no



Bitch take another route

You ain't even what this song's about

I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood

Smokin' until the sun come out



Now all salute the supreme general that got style

And watch how I rock and lock the block down

Tightly to fight me will 'cause disaster

No chance to surpass the vocab I master

As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe

Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight

I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque

Always got my stack jackin' off from havin' a sack



Niggas act as if they back is stiff

And can't put work in

Shake the turf then

get to tuckin' they shirts in

But I'ma stay bangin'

The game that I'm claimin'

Gold chain swangin'

While the six trey hangin'



Back bumpa, impact the dumpa

In the stash spot mash out

Knock it locked up with the ass drop



Can I ride in your car?

Bitch I'm gone too far

Can I smoke on your weed?

Nah, this ain't what you need

Can I borrow a dollar?

Nah, but you can eat this dick

While I dip in my shit

And uh, pop my cop off



Can I give you my number?

Get at me next summer

But I'm hungry baby

Yea, me too, that's crazy

So open up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go

Aight, but I ain't got no money

Ain't you treatin' baby?

Hell no



Bitch take another route

You ain't even what this song's about

I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the hood

Smokin' until the sun come out