Lil Durk, Rick Ross, French Montana, Meek Mill - Dis Aint What You Want (Remix) Lyrics

(Bueller)
You know when you hear that, han (Bueller)
Durk, Rozay, Meek Milly (Dj Spinatics, you bastards)
Remix

Lil Durk my family, double M, coke boy (Maybach music)
Uh, you know I love this (band camp, street runners)
I got cuban links, Santa Ria
In the hood no shirt, no fear
Aaron Hernandez with a verse, no plea deals
Gave your bitch a new purse, new V12 (whoa)
It ain't trickin' if you're worth more than Sprewell (uh)
Niggas snitches screenshot all your emails (lord)
Told them people now your hot
All your females, tracking devices on your car, all details (whoa)
Youngin's watching how I get it I delete em (whoa)
I'm in my Bentley in my fitted lotta jewelry on (whoa)
Nothing less than a brick but to each his own (whoa)
Better ask them other niggas this ain't what you want (whoa)

Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want
I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want
I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want
Hit the road, you could go I know
This ain't what you want (this ain't what you want)
I hear them niggas after me but
This ain't what you want (this ain't what you want)
And I guarantee this ain't what you want (this ain't what you want)
I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
I wrap 'em up we get a dark car, this ain't what you want (l's)

Rick the ruler, spent 150 on a Bueller
How you gon' rob the robber (han)
How you gonna shoot the shooter (han)
Niggas rappin' where the millions at nigga (han)
But them cars no ceilings at (han)
Niggas front where your killers at nigga (han)
LeBron James I ain't Trinidad nigga (eh, straight up)
Ridin' 300 with my nigga Durk
Coke boy niggas put you in a hearse
Chi town niggas put you on a shirt (han, straight up)
NY I'm the one my nigga
You can hate don't frown my nigga
With Donald Trump in the trunk my nigga
Wanna buy a car nigga no lease
Number one hip hop police
Coke boys hottest in the whole east
Smash, out like four weeks
This ain't what you want
I know them streets is watchin'
I'm bumpin' Hov where you from?

Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want
I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want
I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want
'Cause the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want
I hear them niggas after me, this ain't what you want
And I guarantee this ain't what you want
I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
I wrap 'em up we get a dark car, this ain't what you want

Niggas claim that they're after me, but this ain't what they want
'Cause I hopped into this industry, this ain't what they want
See this rap shit ain't shit to me, this ain't what they want
I got the police all into me, this ain't what they want
In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me
Fuck TMZ, fuck Breaking News and ABC
I can't do no shows cause I terrify my city, they say I terrify my city
Niggas get slumped, you're the first to get blamed
A nigga try us, you're the first one to get changed
They say you snitch, tryna put dirt on my name
They rat on me ask is Lil Durk my name (L's)

Ladders on deck, this ain't what you want
Got killers in the back, got hitters in the front
If I tell my niggas wack, then niggas gettin' slugged
You ain't gotta have asthma to get hit with the pump
In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me
Try and snatch my chain, that's breaking news on NBC
Fuck a famous ho, I wake up be on TMZ
I spent a quarter mill, on my new Rol' that gmt
I got Piguet's on the wrist, flex on your bitch
Niggas can't keep up, send a jet for your bitch
Baby mama ready, she next on the list
And I vowed to get the paper, never flex on the strip, word up!

Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want
I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want
I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want
'Cause the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want
I hear them niggas after me, this ain't what you want
And I guarantee this ain't what you want
I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
I wrap 'em up we get a dark car, this ain't what you want