You Not Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

You not, you not, you not 

I said you not that nigga I thought you was 

I said you not, you not, you not, you not, you not 

I said you not that nigga I thought you was 

You the type of nigga who be flexing for the hoes 

I thought you had it, you not that nigga I thought you was 

You not, you not, you not, you not, you not 

That nigga I thought you was, I thought you was the plug 

But you not that nigga I thought you was 

I said you not, you not, you not, you not, you not 

That nigga I thought you was 

I said you tryna flex for these hoes, but you not that nigga I thought you was 

I said you not, you not, you not 

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You not that nigga who got it 

You not that nigga who riding 

You the type of nigga who be with that soft shit 

You not that nigga who silent 

All my niggas we violent, and all my niggas they riding 

And what they better do in that interrogation room is be quiet 

I thought you were the man round here 

I got a Glock cocked, got you moving like hopscotch 

It's like I'm making a nigga dance round here 

Young nigga faking with the MCM bags round here 

I bet it do the same motherfucking bull, bags ain't got no bands in them 

Maybe put my mans on him 

That nigga got fucked up and I ain't even have to lay a hand on him 

A real killer never tell, so I don't even know what they saying over there 

You not that nigga I thought you was 

I seen you and your partner caught, I thought you was 

Who you fooling homie 

Tool on me, fuck you homie 

ABC channel 2 homie 

I done fucked around and made the news on you 

Had to change shoes, waste food on em 

This flashy shit ain't nothing new homie 

I been me, you ain't you homie 

And you ain't no thug, plus you ain't that nigga I thought you was 

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You ain't never been around no dope 

I'm in the hood every day, you can have my cousin loot 

I got my homie Bone, still in paradise, he tryna get it gone 

Shawty Gretchen at the home, you know I got it on me 

Talking bout the 40 nigga, and I bust that motherfucker at your ass 

Cause I don't know you nigga, and I ain't trying to 

These hoes you be lying to 

And you can first class me everywhere I'm flying to 

My feet up, telling Evan cut the beat up 

Spent 30 thousand on sneakers, who's style I took nigga, speak up!