笨小笨Ain’t On None歌词由21 Lil Harold&21 Savage演唱，出自专辑《After The Curse》，下面是《Ain’t On None》完整版歌词！
Ain’t On None歌词完整版
Ain't On None (Explicit) - 21 Lil Harold/21 Savage
Lyrics by：Harold Glenn/Ahmar Bailey/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composed by：Harold Glenn/Ahmar Bailey/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
It's been a day
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I keep two Glocks on me n***a
I don't shoot no ones
I got shoebox money and it filled up
With them hun's
Think I'm on some
When I ride 'round with these guns
N***as ain't know none
They just dissin' in they songs
Cap-a*s n***a
You doin' all that dissin'
No rap a*s-n***a
And we can fill you up with all these godd**n triggers
N***a better check the score
'Cause we done dropped some
N***a doin' too much ridin' they gon' hop some
We the type of n***a pull up where your show at
You the type of n***a turn into a doormat
Trip of some fill the car like a lowjack
You ain't gon' do **** you talkin' and you know that
All that loud bark talk get you dropped
Put my dick your in her mouth 'cause I'm a dawg
I done ****** her on the couch in her house
And my chain go Blaow
I keep two Glocks on me n***a
I don't shoot no ones
I got shoebox money and it filled up
With them hun's
Think I'm on some
When I ride 'round with these guns
N***as ain't know none
They just dissin' in they songs
Cap-a*s n***a
You doin' all that dissin'
No rap a*s-n***a
And we can fill you up with all these godd**n triggers
N***a better check the score
'Cause we done dropped some
N***a doin' too much ridin' they gon' hop some
We just hit they block with the broomstick
All my opps Ben Simmons they don't shoot ****
Savage Eazy-E lil' ***** I'm ruthless
My opps J's if we smoke 'em we'll be toothless
Every time they bump into four L n***as dub
Take that bass out your voice I shot him in the gut
We drive by and we walk up anything to get him touched
Shoot his house up shoot his bike shoot his truck
At the roundtable we be schemin'
Caught him lackin' he wanna be French he leavin' Niemans
You try you die don't care
If it's the mornin' or the evenin'
Yellow-tape the crime scene his momma keep on screamin'
On me n***a
I don't shoot no ones
I got shoebox money and it filled up
With them hun's
Think I'm on some
When I ride 'round with these guns
N***as ain't know none
They just dissin' in they songs
Cap-a*s n***a
You doin' all that dissin'
No rap a*s-n***a
And we can fill you up with all these godd**n triggers
N***a better check the score
'Cause we done dropped some
N***a doin' too much ridin' they gon' hop some
