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THIS AINT THAT
Hip-Hop/Rap
THIS AINT THAT was released on August 29, 2025 by SOE as a part of the album HARDTOKILL
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
LabelSOE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Why Lie
Why Lie
Rap
732tay
732tay
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dante Romello Davion
Dante Romello Davion
Songwriter
Michael Benjamin Wylie
Michael Benjamin Wylie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
od. Bail x Whoiswonderyo
od. Bail x Whoiswonderyo
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(Counting up the racks)
(I used hang wit too many 'til them **** stabbed me in the back)
Aye, I don't want no new friends, I'll rather sleep and just relax
Aye, on this side, you get taxed, ****, if you not even speaking facts
Aye, always gotta watch my back
Now I got bad bitches in my lap
And I got savages in the back
Glock it's new gen, beam attached
Really the truth **** this ain't cap
What you think, this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Michael Jordan get my shrug on
All because I've been done wrong
I don't know why they fuck with me but life goes on
I'm type to make a way, fuck what they say, then put the bros on
Now we higher than the ozone
Catching plays in the end zone
Everywhere we Megan good, understood, yeah, 'cause I said so
I done held it down for my squad for the team, now we screaming let's go
When I'm fucking done with her, gotta clipper, Eric Bledsoe
Let me go and count my Pesos
(Counting up the racks)
(I used hang wit too many 'til them **** stabbed me in the back)
Aye, I don't want no new friends, I'll rather sleep and just relax
Aye, on this side, you get taxed, ****, if you not even speaking facts
Aye, always gotta watch my back
Now I got bad bitches in my lap
And I got savages in the back
Glock it's new gen, beam attached
Really the truth **** this ain't cap
What you think, this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
I had to get it the harder way
I can't even complain I had harder days
I been said I'm the truth like the garden bae
Like the clips line 'em up not a barber bae
When you wit me feel like I'll go father bae
I ain't trynna finesse I'm just smarter bae
Know you got a good head on your shoulders bae
And you give me good head like I told you bae
When I'm on the road, you calling my phone, you just wanna give me time
But then when I'm home, you be in a mode, and I just can't read your mind
I'm just trynna read your signs
Can't lose you 'cause you too fine
Why lie like you want me back?
If you don't I'll be
(Counting up the racks)
(I used hang wit too many 'til them **** stabbed me in the back)
Aye, I don't want no new friends, I'll rather sleep and just relax
Aye, on this side, you get taxed, ****, if you not even speaking facts
Aye, always gotta watch my back
Now I got bad bitches in my lap
And I got savages in the back
Glock it's new gen, beam attached
Really the truth **** this ain't cap
What you think, this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Yeah, yeah this ain't that
Written by: Dante Romello Davion, Michael Benjamin Wylie
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