AINT THIS ! Lancey Foux
"AINT THIS !" by Lancey Foux, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of self-confidence, resilience, and the hustle of urban life. The lyrics convey a sense of defiance and determination, with a catchy hook and energetic beats. Unique elements include experimental production and a blend of melodic flows, showcasing Foux's innovative style. The song resonates with a youthful audience, reflecting contemporary culture and the struggles of modern life.
[Intro]
Tr-Trench kept telling me to 'low it, but I can't, fam (They must think I'm some American yout, fam)
Trench was like I gotta make—(You should make something fucked), I gotta make them—, I gotta make them normal tunes but I can't, fam, some dickhead ting out here fam (Hey)
Uh, uh-huh
[Chorus]
That shit ain't this (Hey)
I don't know what that is but that shit ain't this (Huh?)
Tiny got the 'matic, I'm a trap king like T.I.P (T.I.P)
I'm a real ghost, I'm out here, tryna find me?, you wish (Hey)
Benihana, chop a dead body, I'ma put it on a dish (Serve it up)
Arthritis, your whole gang, dismantle your clique (Huh)
Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up)
Pussy, you can bite your gums, but you can't bite this (Dickhеad)
[Verse]
From what angle? (Huh?)
Big shank go stir fry, leave a man tanglеd (Trust)
Big man come against the gang, get manhandled (Dickhead)
Four-four's and big spinners anywhere the gang go (Hey)
Trench told me to allow the greaze, 'til a man already burnt
I can't, niggas think I'm out here like Smokepurpp
I can't, niggas think I'm out here like Lil Pump (Gucci Gang)
I can't, I want all the smoke 'til the nigga Pink Runtz (Huh?)
It's Lance, dickhead (Haha)
It's Lance, I am not an American yout (Trust)
Tryna turn up the heat, I'll put the pressure on you (Yeah)
You're not from my street, you ain't got my view (No)
Got a gun licence, cool (Dickhead)
Got the shank my waist, go on and try me, you fool (Fool)
Bullets ain't got no names, but this stainless here for you (Phew)
I come through serving the base, I'm shotting the cadence too (Chyeah)
Tr-Trench kept telling me to 'low it, but I can't, fam (They must think I'm some American yout, fam)
Trench was like I gotta make—(You should make something fucked), I gotta make them—, I gotta make them normal tunes but I can't, fam, some dickhead ting out here fam (Hey)
Uh, uh-huh
[Chorus]
That shit ain't this (Hey)
I don't know what that is but that shit ain't this (Huh?)
Tiny got the 'matic, I'm a trap king like T.I.P (T.I.P)
I'm a real ghost, I'm out here, tryna find me?, you wish (Hey)
Benihana, chop a dead body, I'ma put it on a dish (Serve it up)
Arthritis, your whole gang, dismantle your clique (Huh)
Relax, pour up a four then I sip (Sip it up)
Pussy, you can bite your gums, but you can't bite this (Dickhеad)
[Verse]
From what angle? (Huh?)
Big shank go stir fry, leave a man tanglеd (Trust)
Big man come against the gang, get manhandled (Dickhead)
Four-four's and big spinners anywhere the gang go (Hey)
Trench told me to allow the greaze, 'til a man already burnt
I can't, niggas think I'm out here like Smokepurpp
I can't, niggas think I'm out here like Lil Pump (Gucci Gang)
I can't, I want all the smoke 'til the nigga Pink Runtz (Huh?)
It's Lance, dickhead (Haha)
It's Lance, I am not an American yout (Trust)
Tryna turn up the heat, I'll put the pressure on you (Yeah)
You're not from my street, you ain't got my view (No)
Got a gun licence, cool (Dickhead)
Got the shank my waist, go on and try me, you fool (Fool)
Bullets ain't got no names, but this stainless here for you (Phew)
I come through serving the base, I'm shotting the cadence too (Chyeah)
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