J-j-j-just in my zone now 'cause my figures up
All your hoes chose me, nigga, calm down
Louis pouch across my body, this is not for fashion
This is not a playground, ain't no fist fight bitch I'm blastin'
Niggas say they lookin' for me, like I'm not right here man
If I tatted tears, I'd be cryin' to my beard, man
Bitch, I'm tryna f*ck, I've been inside for thirteen years now
I've been on so many flights, it's like my record's clear now
A.K.A. the man, A.K.A. I never ran
Don't make me turn this red light on your head like you Roxanne
Only talk to bosses, not the second-in-command
Niggas bringin' talks to me, you better have a plan
'Cause they don't have a cure for all my pain
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my name
Yeah, yeah! Diss The Boy, are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and it's not a f*ckin' game
Yeah, yeah! You and I, we're not the same
Posted like Ibaka, got your wifey runnin' brains
She was there when boydem kicked my front door off the frame
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Trap, trap, trappin' in the rain
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Just know I'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my
Hidin' in the racks
I don't pay tax, twelve on my back
Might drive the Caddy around, but I never lack
Baka not with the shits? Oh yeah, who tellin' you that?
I went to jail the day they released Men in Black
When I came out, Timberlake was bringin' Sexy Back
Facts, nigga, facts!
I fell in love with my strap
Named my son Milli 'cause I want a milli' to stack
Yeah, yeah! Go run and tell that
You niggas movin' like cops, don't make me pepper your block
Out the window while the whip's movin', that's a hell of a shot
F*ck all my opps, I'll put you nigga's on FOX
Yeah, yeah! Diss The Boy, are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my
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J-j-j-just in my zone now 'cause my figures up
All your hoes chose me, nigga, calm down
Louis pouch across my body, this is not for fashion
This is not a playground, ain't no fist fight bitch I'm blastin'
Niggas say they lookin' for me, like I'm not right here man
If I tatted tears, I'd be cryin' to my beard, man
Bitch, I'm tryna f*ck, I've been inside for thirteen years now
I've been on so many flights, it's like my record's clear now
A.K.A. the man, A.K.A. I never ran
Don't make me turn this red light on your head like you Roxanne
Only talk to bosses, not the second-in-command
Niggas bringin' talks to me, you better have a plan
'Cause they don't have a cure for all my pain
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my name
Yeah, yeah! Diss The Boy, are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and it's not a f*ckin' game
Yeah, yeah! You and I, we're not the same
Posted like Ibaka, got your wifey runnin' brains
She was there when boydem kicked my front door off the frame
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Trap, trap, trappin' in the rain
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Just know I'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my
Hidin' in the racks
I don't pay tax, twelve on my back
Might drive the Caddy around, but I never lack
Baka not with the shits? Oh yeah, who tellin' you that?
I went to jail the day they released Men in Black
When I came out, Timberlake was bringin' Sexy Back
Facts, nigga, facts!
I fell in love with my strap
Named my son Milli 'cause I want a milli' to stack
Yeah, yeah! Go run and tell that
You niggas movin' like cops, don't make me pepper your block
Out the window while the whip's movin', that's a hell of a shot
F*ck all my opps, I'll put you nigga's on FOX
Yeah, yeah! Diss The Boy, are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my
All your hoes chose me, nigga, calm down
Louis pouch across my body, this is not for fashion
This is not a playground, ain't no fist fight bitch I'm blastin'
Niggas say they lookin' for me, like I'm not right here man
If I tatted tears, I'd be cryin' to my beard, man
Bitch, I'm tryna f*ck, I've been inside for thirteen years now
I've been on so many flights, it's like my record's clear now
A.K.A. the man, A.K.A. I never ran
Don't make me turn this red light on your head like you Roxanne
Only talk to bosses, not the second-in-command
Niggas bringin' talks to me, you better have a plan
'Cause they don't have a cure for all my pain
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my name
Yeah, yeah! Diss The Boy, are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and it's not a f*ckin' game
Yeah, yeah! You and I, we're not the same
Posted like Ibaka, got your wifey runnin' brains
She was there when boydem kicked my front door off the frame
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Trap, trap, trappin' in the rain
She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
Just know I'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my
Hidin' in the racks
I don't pay tax, twelve on my back
Might drive the Caddy around, but I never lack
Baka not with the shits? Oh yeah, who tellin' you that?
I went to jail the day they released Men in Black
When I came out, Timberlake was bringin' Sexy Back
Facts, nigga, facts!
I fell in love with my strap
Named my son Milli 'cause I want a milli' to stack
Yeah, yeah! Go run and tell that
You niggas movin' like cops, don't make me pepper your block
Out the window while the whip's movin', that's a hell of a shot
F*ck all my opps, I'll put you nigga's on FOX
Yeah, yeah! Diss The Boy, are you insane?
I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
A.K.A. It's Not Nice and I live up to my
Writer: Alexander Lustig, Aubrey Drake Graham, Benjamin Cyril Calame, Charles Eric Driggers, Mathieu Brunet, Travis Savoury
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.