Текст песни Ain't Havin None of That Bulls**t (feat. Lil’ Head) - Z-RO

I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly
Treat everybody I come across like they wanna put something in me
Like some lead, or if I'm moving weight they might set me up with the FEDs
But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread
And I'm one deep when I bust heads, 'cause I'm not gonna tell on me
When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony
I ain't ready to do eighty-five percent, of nobody's time
So I keeps it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind
AR 15, AK 56 plus one
It's multiple homicide, if I happen to touch one
You niggas gon' learn, or you niggas are gon' burn
It get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla
And I gotta have it, by any means necessary
Guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery
So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on cocking
And my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin' I ain't stoppin'

We ain't, having none of that bullshit
Till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood
Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play
(Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day

In my life I keep it gangsta, all day
In my life, I could peep a wanksta a mile away
In my life, I trust me and nobody else
That's why I walk around with a nine tucked in my belt
Don't let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak
'Cause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat
You got niggas, I got niggas, but my niggas the best
See my niggas, all my niggas, is guerillas with techs
Lil Head the 4'3 giant, respect my name
In order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game
Now listen mayn, I'm trying to tell you some' for your own good
See I'm the type of nigga, have you bailing out your own hood
I'm a General, a Sergeant, no need to start this
Rumble in the field with a lion, cause I'm a raw bitch
I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one
'Cause the pop from the Glock, I know it's gonna go through one

We ain't, having none of that bullshit
Till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood
Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play
(Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day

I'm not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge
1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab
Too many problems in my life, I just can't handle the stress
Niggas be trying to kill me, damn near dismantling my vest
But I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gun
I got my gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out
A soldier, folding up a motherfucker what he need for me
Either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I'm still gon fold him
What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk
Don't make me make you say oh Lord, shut the fuck up
I handle my bidness, and then I move around in the night
So much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the Sprite
So keep my temper calm, collective and cool
'Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes
To keep my temper calm, collective and cool
'Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes

We ain't, having none of that bullshit
Till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood
Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play
(Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day