Lyrics M3 Not You - Not3s

My Gs rise up to somethin'
You don't want nothin'
We raisin' up all the bottles
Cork get to poppin' for days
We never have nada
Just some noodle tomorrow
For the stew and the spam and the plantain [?]
And now we jumpin' the lobster with the linguini pasta
Me and bros in the rave, only smiles on our faces
We doin' our Shakka, that's no drama no drama
With the watch presidential, that's Obama Obama
I'm just doing me not you, doing me not you
I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them
Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin'
I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin'
I'm doing me not you, doing me not you
I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them
Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin'
I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin'
Got to many different flows so I'll just let them have it
Yeah, there is girls up in the dance but I can't let them have it
Fola told me, I should now my worth at all time
Plus I'm magic with the wand so I'ma make her vanish
All the girls that's on the table is where ushered in
'cause they got it bad, they got it, they got it bad
We stay flexin' and shittin' on these haters like
they must be mad, they must be, they must be mad yeah
Not you, not you
Me not them
Like we poppin', poppin', frontin'
Not you, not you
Me not them
We poppin', poppin', frontin'
I'm just doing me not you, doing me not you
I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them
Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin'
I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin'
I'm doing me not you, doing me not you
I cannot pretend I'm doing me not them
Gyal up in the rave and the beat poppin'
I'ma keep poppin', never been frontin'