CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Shootas Jumpin Out Tha Whip

I'm Not Into You

Lets go, shootas jumpin out the whip
Ten bands, make that flip, uhuh
I know he a itty bitty b*t*h
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Big fat bullets on his head
I can f**k his b*t*h in his bed
We come slide in the bently, like damn slay
She wanna f**k on me like eheh
And I like my money n***a nehneh
Turn a n***a to a damn fact
Yea, yea i'm sippin on red man
And I like countin' them dead mans
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
I finna [?] that sh*t, yea
I finna f**k on ya baby
Make sure yo sh*t dead
Then we'll deliver them bullets like FedEx
Yea i'ma badder b*t*h than [?]
You want some money, then go get it
I probably got more b*t*hes than R. Kelly, yea
Give the keys to the vale, and i'm off a damn Oxy
Higher than a damn Heli
I get racks lil baby
Glock [?]
I blow them racks like its my birthday
Yea that AK leave him gurshing
Opp ass n***as, abort them
Bad ass b*t*hes we extort them
Fat ass n***as extort
Pop these pills out of boredom
Spin his block like Autumn
Shot at the opps and i'm still here
More money than my damn peers
High school crush she a cashier
Lame ass b*t*h gotta test her
f**k this b*t*h till her back hurt
Hollow tips change his gender
Hollow tips give him cancer
I'm just tryna get my benzos
Question my dawg like I don't know