Ain't Goin' - Bmhva

I, I, I Man, I could put you in the passenger seat While we're smashing the Jeep Jo and Zay in the back, both passing the weed Puff one, puff two Pass and repeat No, I don't smoke Pass me the drink As we proceed to get funkdafied Riding the streets, getting on tonight No, we ain't going home tonight You know how we do it, we get Oakland live I'm just riding, chilling; this is how I'm living Watch me swerve and get no ticket Put your blunts up if you feel it We ain't going tonight, nah We getting on tonight, oh (Repeat 1x) I, oh, I, oh I pull up in the drop top Jeep, baby Top drop, parking lot full of freaks, baby Passing shots, give me what I need baby No Cîroc, only sip Hennessy, baby And even though they tell us not to drink and drive We're going to keep this lit, passing drinks tonight Well hella weed getting puffy, passing the dutchie But I never touch it cause the trees, I don't fuck with We ain't going tonight, nah We getting on tonight, oh (Repeat 1x) I, oh, I, oh We ain't going home tonight No, we ain't going home tonight We ain't going home tonight No, we ain't going home tonight Do you really wanna come roll with me? Do you really wanna come roll with me? Do you really wanna get on with me? Taking shots, pouring strong with me?

I put this wood in the air, I'm trying to get higher than Ja Morant Fuck a amg, told Rossy I'm trying to push the cat If I see the lights I'm hitting gas I ain't going back Pressure pack, watch me roll it up while she throw it back Fritters in this wood bout a 7 I'm trying to stuff it It's poles in this coupe where the stash I'm trying to stuff them I can't really talk about them sticks cause I done bust them But I can really talk about that road cause I been done it Shawty got them cakes I'm trying to bake her like some muffins Put that coochie in the air arch that back I'm trying to stuff it Told little baby she can blow dick but bitch we not fucking Put a switch on this blower now its blowing like a trumpet Bandhuntas for the win they got us playing in the functions Miles Bridges how I slam beats and score a easy bucket Little baby got me aggravated she keep making up assumptions I stepped back from half court they got me feeling like fuck it This BH ain't bounty hunters but its longlive luckett Like pipe it down just a couple notches cause baby we ain't fussing How the fuck you shooting and we ain't never seen you tussle Thats dummy shit Niggas straight hams and I can't fuck wit them Just take a sip Sike this purple juice I just poed a fifth Thoroughbred soldier it's no discussion when im upping it All I want in life is money, and Lauren London bitch I promise when them bullets hit the car me and Dre ain't even flinch I hit the gas, he popped stash and now we trying to up our blicks Heaven sent I'm on a mission swear I'm really gods kid Youngest from the trenches I had dreams of being big If we talking alley oops I really threw a lot of them Niggas wave hopping, they couldn't ride it then went to politic These seven sixty-twos knocking houses, its ding dong ditch I said your bitch nickname Lilo, cause baby keep it stitch And fuck a handout, ain't you see how rico did mitch? And Im a ball like Lou Williams even if I play the bench I'm trying to make my mama proud Remember Fallas clothes and Marshall's drip Now it's rolling loud I can really make that money flip I just need a pound I'm bagging eighths up out the zip I popped that boy and left town And now I'm popping out in Ksubi jeans, McQueens for my feet A fitted hat from your hood and I got bands on me And you ain't getting shit free This morton in my cup I poured up and dozed to sleep Drop the top and bump this shit all through this nice summer breeze

Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close Railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! I don't care How many letters they sent Morning came and morning went Pick up your money And pack up your tent You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Buy me a flute And a gun that shoots Tailgates and substitutes Strap yourself To the tree with roots You ain't going nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Genghis Khan He could not keep All his kings Supplied with sleep We'll climb that hill no matter how steep When we get up to it Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair!

I ain't goin' back to my hood for shit Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip' Popping pills 'til it make me sick (yeah) You show the hood love, they never show it back If they shoot, I hope I know how to react Know some people wanna see me on my back (on my back, yeah) Got it on me everywhere I go, I gotta take a risk Paranoid, can't go without it All to do is hope my bro is 'bout it (mmm, yeah) Killing pain every time I'm on the dope (dope) Without it, I don't know how to cope (cope) Wanna pay my mama's bills, I don't want no smoke My whole life, I did the things they said I can't Lots of pressure on me that you couldn't understand Spend a million in the hood and you get killed for ten grand I ain't goin' back to my hood for shit Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip' (neighbor) Popping pills 'til it make me sick (yeah) You show the hood love, they never show it back If they shoot, I hope I know how to react Know some people wanna see me on my back (yeah) Back and forth from my mama, tryna move her out the Rex Jack boys tried to pull it on me walking down the steps Let 'em take my chain, know I'd die for my respect (yeah) Y'all don't feel my pain, I done seen death Let the bullets rain, we gon' leave 'em wet Put up a little change and I paid my debts They got Bucksy in the cage and it got me pent Pour another four, ain't got no way to vent (yeah) When he come home, I'ma give my boy an M (Bucksy) I ain't goin' back to my hood for shit Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip' (neighbor) Popping pills 'til it make me sick (sick) You show the hood love, they never show it back If they shoot, I hope I know how to react Know some people wanna see me on my back (yeah) I ain't goin' back to my hood for shit (for shit) Heard they just killed Neighborhood Nip' (neighbor) Popping pills 'til it make me sick (sick) You show the hood love, they never show it back If they shoot, I hope I know how to react Know some people wanna see me on my back (on my back, on my back)