Not Me - Clyde Carson, Cousin Fik

Don’t try me with all that bullshit

I ain’t the one i got ain’t got patience I be doing it

I’m holla out next bitch, you ain’t no threat

Hey you ass so fast like you can’t get wet

Not me, not me

It’s only work full less sleep

She put that money on the dresser for a G

Working pimp C

I holla at my partner from the town who be puttin em down

Told me he rollin in the H need to get that now

Just came from out the Benz an locked both hoes down

They wasn’t shook though cause they

I fuck with gansgtas an stipper who don’t play fair

Bitches fuck with me cause they know i’m rare

One of a kind, I’ll charge em for air

Just to breathe in my presence

With him you can settle

No sir, not feet

I’ve be trippin on strong, this treat is not weed

Don’t you see me an Clyde, she got geek

But i know she a runner, she got feet

I pop peas but not eat

An that shit you see in the mirror is who, it cannot be though

These hoes think they fittin to get the music got free

But from who though, not me

An I step with a limp, tell the chef get the shrimp

Not lookin to stop no show, so i don’t stress off a chip

Say hello in air cause but i’m high as a blimp

Neva trippin off bitches

Some a these hoes wanna sip

An it’s like this, tell em how it is

My conversation needs conversation

Meaning I rather have residuals than relations

What you mean niggas jocking you

Man chill out, hold on, hold on

Man who this bitch talkin to

I don’t play that, please don’t try it

If you do that, it’s gon be a riot

I ain’t gon tell you what i’m fittin to do

I’m fittin to see me save all that square bullshit

For the TV, ain’t a soap opera

You a throat doctor

Go figure out some more money to throw my way

All hundreds, cash cow

Trappin in the day in the night, now after hour

Got me fucked up, i’m as sharp as the Eiffel tower

Gotta stay on your toes dealin with these hoes

Not me, not me

I just rest dress an check fees

She need a place to rest with no Gs

Don’t even waste your breath coming at me