Will-A-Fool - You Not lyrics

[Intro] You not, you not, you not I said you not that n***a I thought you was I said you not, you not, you not, you not, you not [Hook] I said you not that n***a I thought you was You the type of n***a who be flexing for the hoes I thought you had it, you not that n***a I thought you was You not, you not, you not, you not, you not That n***a I thought you was, I thought you was the plug But you not that n***a I thought you was I said you not, you not, you not, you not, you not That n***a I thought you was I said you tryna flex for these hoes, but you not that n***a I thought you was I said you not, you not, you not [Verse 1] You not that n***a who got it You not that n***a who riding You the type of n***a who be with that soft sh** You not that n***a who silent All my n***as we violent, and all my n***as they riding And what they better do in that interrogation room is be quiet I thought you were the man round here I got a Glock co*ked, got you moving like hopscotch It's like I'm making a n***a dance round here Young n***a faking with the MCM bags round here I bet it do the same motherf**ing bull, bags ain't got no bands in them Maybe put my mans on him That n***a got f**ed up and I ain't even have to lay a hand on him A real k**er never tell, so I don't even know what they saying over there You not that n***a I thought you was I seen you in your partner's car, I thought was yours Who you fooling homie Tool on me, f** you homie ABC channel 2 homie I done f**ed around and made the news on you Had to change shoes, waste food on em This flashy sh** ain't nothing new homie I been me, you ain't you homie And you ain't no thug, plus you ain't that n***a I thought you was [Hook] [Verse 2] You ain't never been around no dope I'm in the hood every day, you can ask my cousin loot Or ask my homie Bone, still in paradise, he tryna get it gone Shawty Gretchen at the home, you know I got it on me Talking bout the 40 n***a, and I bust that motherf**er at your a** Cause I don't know you n***a, and I ain't trying to These hoes you be lying to And you can first cla** me everywhere I'm flying to My feet up, telling Evan cut the beat up Spent 30 thousand on sneakers, who's style I took n***a, speak up! [Hook]