Fat Trel – Not Today lyrics

[Intro: TheCrankShop]
Welcome to The-motherfuckin-CrankShop
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: TheCrankShop]
Ain't ridin’ like me, yeah
Nigga can't shine like me, yeah (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I ain't worried ’bout nothin', nigga (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
Got my iron on me, yeah (Ohh)
Got the windows tinted up, bitch said she wanna fuck
And it's fine with me, yeah
Ain't throwin' no clocks away
Can't waste time on me, yeah (Yeah-ah)
Naw we ain't throwin' no Glocks away (Glocks away)
We ain’t fuckin’ no thots today (Thots today)
Might get shot for an opp today (Ohh)
Swing through your block today (Block today)
I need me a new rasta bae
Balenciaga, the socks the shades (Socks)
I'm in the kitchen with pots today (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I might just drop off the top, ayy
[Verse 1: TheCrankShop]
See, I’m in the streets (In the streets)
Bitch I'm thuggin', you lookin' for me? (Me)
I want money, do somethin’ to me (To me)
Niggas bluffin', goofy, play with me (Play with me)
He get punished, that new AR-P (AR-P)
Hold a hunnid nigga, you can have it
If you really want it, get you twenty Ps (Oh no)
Like it's nothin', send the money
Trackin' number, package comin' (Yeah, yeah)
That Glock 30S (30S)
Packing thunder, bitch, I'm number one (Number one)
Like a stunner, catch me while I'm high (While I'm high)
Life is summer, givin' bitches pipe
I'm a plumber, get your baby mother (Oh no)
She a gunner, kickin' all this flavor (She a gunner)
Feelin' like a punter, I'ma see you later (Like a punter)
If it ain't about money catch me actin' dumb (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Like a dummy (Like a dummy)
These niggas act clueless (These niggas act clueless)
These bitches act stupid (These bitches act stupid)
I remember eatin' five dollar dinners (Five dollar dinners)
Now anigga at Ruth's Chris (Young nigga at Ruth's Chris)
I'ma ride through the block and I might see an opp
And a nigga might shoot shit (And a nigga might shoot shit)
I just made me a play, fifty K (Oh no, yeah)
Young nigga ain't even got proofs yet (Oh no)


[Chorus: TheCrankShop]
Ain't ridin' like me, yeah
Nigga can't shine like me, yeah (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', nigga (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
Got my iron on me, yeah (Ohh)
Got the windows tinted up, bitch said she wanna fuck
And it's fine with me, yeah
Ain't throwin' no clocks away
Can't waste time on me, yeah (Yeah-ah)
Y'all we ain't throwin' no Glocks away (Glocks away)
We ain't fuckin' no thots today (Thots today)
Might get shot for an opp today (Ohh)
Swing through your block today (Block today)
I need me a new rasta bae
Balenciaga, the socks the shades (Socks)
I'm in the kitchen with pots today (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I might just drop off the top, ayy

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
Young nigga poppin' shit like I'm 2Pac and shit
My new Glock gotta switch it's gotta beam (beam)
Shoot like Stojaković, you got a problem, bitch?
I'ma come solve it, bitch, home is the team (The team)
I'm in the party, I'm geeked up on molly
What's this in my pocket? That's prolly from P
Dude rollin' with shawtty, Medusa Versace
My new bitch is poppin', she prolly a queen (Queen)
Ice on my neck, that new Saint Laurent ('Rent)
My new bitch a brat (Brat), she get what she want (Want)
I fuck from the back (Back), I fuck from the front (Front)
I'm all in the ass (Ass), my dick on her tongue (Tongue)
I'm chasin' a bag (Bag), that money'll run (Run)
Young and I'm rich (Rich), I do what I want (Want)
Coming with something (Somethin), she coming with none (None)
You should go back where the fuck you are from (From)
He should go back where the fuck he was at (At)
Shout out my slime and my slizz and my slatt (Slatt)
I got a nine, put ten in your back (Back)
I got my shotty, a fifty my MAC (MAC)
My lip is shelling, she ready, she wet (Mwa)
I just might put that lil' bitch in a Vette (Skrt)
Hundred round drum that can show some respect ('Spect)
And you know I'm always reppin' the set (Set)
Reppin' the set


[Chorus: TheCrankShop & Fat Trel]
Ain't ridin' like me, yeah
Nigga can't shine like me, yeah (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', nigga (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
Got my iron on me, yeah (Ohh)
Got the windows tinted up, bitch said she wanna fuck ()
And it's fine with me, yeah
I ain't throwin' no clocks away
Can't waste no time on me, yeah (Yeah-ah)
Naw we ain't throwin' no Glocks away (Glocks away)
(Ayy, ahh)
We ain't fuckin' no thots today (Thots today)
(No thots today)
Might get shot for an opp today (Ohh)
(Hey-ay-ay)
Swing through your block today (Block today)
I need me a new rasta bae
(Ah, ayy)
Balenciaga, the socks the shades (Socks)
(Socks today)
I'm in the kitchen with pots today (Ohh-ohh-ohh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah)
I might just drop off the top, ayy