Kay ESs - You Ain't With the sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: KayEss] I put the fire out, hi haters This is k**a and you know I do it major I see you little dudes on Instagram bangin' But it's crazy 'cause you can't go where you claimin' That's on Westside muthaf**in' Neighbors We don't need no muthaf**in' favors Always been on the trail like a blazer So raise up, that ain't how ya momma raised ya EML be the team we 'bout to takeoff And I don't see you f** n***as like Ray Charles My team ball like the playoffs And a n***a do tricks like a skateboard Yea, so what's the deal, keep it real, huh A n***a just tryna go for a million n***a been in the game for a minute Go ahead and give thanks like a pilgrim [Chorus: KayEss] So you don't wanna do it b**h, shooting threes, I'm a sharp shooter (pop, pop, pop) That's the sound of the ruger When them hollow tips is comin' straight to ya n***a you ain't with the sh** Why you on Instagram flexin' Can't handle real street pressure n***a you ain't with the sh** Got all your friends thinking that you do But really you can't come to the hood n***a you ain't with the sh** b**h n***a stop tryna prove a point 'Cause the real n***as know you in the joint n***a you ain't with the sh** n***a you ain't with the sh** n***a you ain't with the sh** n***a you ain't with the sh** n***a you ain't with the [Verse 2: Runner] n***a you ain't with the business Catch a case and get ta snitchin' Bet ya girl call ya b**hes And we know b**hes know they n***as We keep pistols, we keep rentals just in case we gotta pull up onna beef Show a n***a teeth, turn around and down him on the street And his boy know we did it, we know where them n***as be So if n***as want beef, then that's what it's gon be Gotta broad down the street, keep K's in the jeep In the backyard, I'll shoot them but I'll slap y'all Act hard, n***as know ya n***as a** soft Tag y'all like I Instagram'ed y'all Blow a n***as a** off [Chorus] [Verse 3: TwinnFlii] That's on the land of the Clover, I see they tryna hate That's why I keep that 38 up on my waist Now all I see is body bags, and yellow tape EML the sh** inna major way I keep my foot up in they a** like Major Payne n***as can't compare to me I'm in a different lane Knock these n***as off the wall like a picture frame With a long gun, with a laser mane I keep 17 inna clip, call me Rick Fox n***a aim stay on point like a red dot Now watch the body buckle, soon as the head drop 'Cause two shots to the face will make ya neck pop, Huh! [Chorus]