AINT THIS ! Songtext
von Lancey Foux

Tr-Trench kept telling me to allow it, but I can′t (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

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)

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)

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)