I'Ont Really - Scotty ATL, B.o.B

Two three times had to fall on my face

And you supposed to be a nigga I can trust

You ain’t never pulled at a real nigga fall I recall

You just schemin' on the niggas in your own in the circle you were

Lying on the internet, putting nigga lame

Talking real shit niggas ain’t real

You just trying to nigga I can feel

Told 'em I ain’t fucking with these niggas I’mma focus on my own shit

Cool Club for life, had the on

Kanye, getting fucked by all that

Finna turn like car keys (turn up), with a

Bad bitch, and a cup full of Cognac

this a carjack, I be

Ridin' like a motherfucking valet

With the Swiss full of, yeah I

Need that, these niggas on my last nerve

Who you trying to impress, you be trickin'

Yeah niggas ain’t ball like

We can can see it on your IG, you be

Tryin' too hard you don’t even live your own life

Getting line like a, take over time

Give me head like MJ

Post a clip on OJ

R.i.p my nigga OJ, they ain’t know

Man I don’t really fuck with these niggas

Man I don’t really fuck with these niggas

I don’t really fuck with these niggas I don’t

Fuck with these niggas, man I don’t really

Fuck with these niggas

Man I don’t really fuck with these niggas

I don’t really fuck with these niggas i don’t

Fuck with these nigass, man I don’t really

Fuck with these niggas

Show a nigga love he get shitted on (Shitted on)

Man Hollywood, now I ball like fuck 'em

Me and cut the tees out the top of the colored

See me they can see me hold a mothefucking

XXL even complex, no radio

On tour getting good dough

Meeting tightwads, I don’t know about the pudding but

They don’t know about hood though

Give a foot long, I’m just tryin' to get the long bread

Get some ass out my

In the, chasing paper like a maniac

Man we struggle way too long

Want a lambo, just to ride wanna feel like

Ace on a good park

And the good lord, help me blow up help me getting rich

Help me make it real real far

Know just one thing, niggas act like they wanna see

They just wanna see take outs

Never for them, so I grind i ain’t letting off

I ain’t taking no days off

We were cool with them, but they were hating I can feel it

They were hating I can feel it

I’mma make 'em look bad, jealous heart at that boy

Watch a real nigga kill it

Man I feel like fuck these niggas

I ain’t really feeling near one of these niggas

I’m worldwide boy you just a one street nigga

MLB ballin' Barry Bond league hitters

I ain’t got I ain’t got no handout for these niggas

But lyrically I’mma make examples out of niggas

They gon' fuck around and put Atlanta out a nigga

You ain’t got to tell I whip the lambo out on niggas

Yeah catch heat make a camel out of niggas

They gon' swear they got the Rambo out the ghetto

What the fuck you fantasize a nigga

It ain’t real beef unless they pullin' ammo out of niggas

How can niggas even think they on my level (On my level)

When they’re too many niggas thinking on my level (All over)

Take a minute nigga think of something clever

If it’s numbers to this shit I"m going meta

I won’t say I’m a vet, just somewhere between the best

And ahead of the rest, next level finesse

Heavy metal possessed

Bullshit to my right, pool pit to my left

That ain’t neither here nor there, nevertheless

Just tell your friend bring a lighter and song

Both my eyes low like Cheech and Chong

Bobby Ray Bands in your camera phone

If I ain’t on your TV boy you got the channel wrong

Yeah what it do man it’s your boy Scotty ATL man checkin' in one time,

you know what I’m sayin'?

Man shout out to niggas out there geting the

motherfuckin' money man you know?

Y’all niggas say No Jan-re, we say No Genre,

you feel me?

Where we from that A-Town and you know what I’m talkin' 'bout so

we just talk like that.

No Genre nigga not No Jan-re.

Get that shit right, fool.

Scotty ATL Cool Club, what’s happening?

Turn up in this bitch man, leggo