Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Burna Bandz
Rap
J Neat
Rap
Supawassi
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Catch 22
Composer
Traequan Mahoney
Songwriter
Javell Barnes
Songwriter
Miguel Penny
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Catch 22
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
****, this ain't what you really want
****, this ain't what you really, uh, uh-huh
Ooh, ****, this ain't what he really want
This ain't what he really want
This ain't what he really want, yeah
Uh, ooh
[Verse 2]
****, this ain't what you really want
****, this ain't what you really want
This ain't what he really want
Uh, I swear
This ain't what he really want, my shooters gon' send you up
We wet 'em up like a tub, you could never make the cut
You could never hang with us, mama told you we dangerous
If it's smoke then we pullin' up, wanna see us better pay for us
[Verse 3]
This ain't what he really want like Lil' Durk
**** talkin' crazy then we put 'em on a shirt
And I ain't tryna talk when I'm rollin' off the Perc'
I've been stackin' hundreds and lil' bro, he on the lurk
Pull up, skrrt, she ain't 'bout bag then that bitch she get curved
Try diss the guy that a lil' boy got the nerve
And I ain't talkin' Ri-Ri but I got that work
Burna gone shoot I just got say the word
[Verse 4]
****, this ain't what you really want
****, this ain't what you really want
This ain't what he really want
Uh, I swear
This ain't what he really want, my shooters gon' send you up
We wet 'em up like a tub, you could never make the cut
You could never hang with us, mama told you we dangerous
If it's smoke then we pullin' up, wanna see us better pay for us
[Verse 5]
This smoke ain't what you want, this glizzy gone flame him up
One in the head I'm trained to buss, he got a headshot this ain't luck
Givin' out shots like I'm drunk, we turn snakes into runts
If it's smoke I fill my lungs, fuck a job, where's the plug?
Shave your top bald like monks, I'm a dawg like a pug
I'm so icy I keep a gun, switch is fast you can't run
Back foot alley oop or dunk
All these rap **** my sons, AR-15 make you crump
[Verse 6]
Ooh, ****, this ain't what he really want
****, this ain't what you really want
This ain't what he really want
Uh, I swear
This ain't what he really want, my shooters gon' send you up
We wet 'em up like a tub, you could never make the cut
You could never hang with us, mama told you we dangerous
If it's smoke then we pullin' up, wanna see us better pay for us
[Verse 7]
You could never hang with us, you could never bang with us
.40 turn him angel dust, tell the medics no need to rush
And then killers show me love, it ain't shit to get you touched
Like a **** fuck what it was, I'm tryin' to see what it is
I'm tryna see what they 'bout, we pull up we spin around
She fuck or she gettin' out, she say that she like my sound
Shoot this way we swappin' out, he ain't ever seen a man down
[Verse 8]
****, this ain't what you really want
****, this ain't what you really want
This ain't what he really want
Uh, I swear
This ain't what he really want, my shooters gon' send you up
We wet 'em up like a tub, you could never make the cut
You could never hang with us, mama told you we dangerous
If it's smoke then we pullin' up, wanna see us better pay for us
Written by: Javell Barnes, Miguel Penny, Traequan Mahoney