I AIN’T GOING

I AIN’T GOING - GloRilla

Lyrics by：Gloria Woods/Amari Freeman/Chandler Tevas Ingram

Composed by：Gloria Woods/Amari Freeman/Chandler Tevas Ingram

Produced by：Yo Gotti/Ace Charisma/GHOSTRAGE

Woo GloRilla

Talkin' 'bout puttin' his ********** hands on me

Better off puttin' his hands on his d**k

And playin' with that and some ********** Jergens ****

On gang gang

I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck

Put his hands on me we gon' be smokin' on him next

Don't even want me to walk outside he know that I'm a threat

Ugh

Think that boy obsessed let's get back to this text

Uh hey

Text my phone talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me

I ain't goin' for that **** nah nah I'ma die 'bout my respect

Woo

Keep that in check and I got the check

Woo woo

Kill you 'bout that bread put it on yo' head

Woo on gang

Grew up fightin' my brother must ain't know I was Jackie

But **** that **** he gon' be in the sky next time it happen

Stamp that

Gon' pick him out a casket put him on a caption

This Glock 23 make him sing don't think that I'm just rappin'

Tap it it shoot rapid make him dance like Michael Jackson

These get mad and throw a *****-fit these sassy

I'm tellin' you now this ain't the smoke you want you better pass it

Blowin' my phone down 'cause he see me out in Cali

Poppin' **** like I got taxes catch up you slow like molasses

Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who

Yo' son gon' be a bastard

On God

Cuh gon' kill you for free imagine what he'll do for that gaffle

Ain't even gotta call nobody I'll beat yo' a*s like I'm yo' master

On God

I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck

Put his hands on me we gon' be smokin' on him next

Don't even want me to walk outside he know that I'm a threat

Ugh

Think that boy obsessed let's get back to this text

Uh hey

Text my phone talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me

I ain't goin' for that **** nah nah I'ma die 'bout my respect

Woo

Keep that in check and I got the check

Woo woo

Kill you 'bout that bread put it on yo' head

Woo on gang

Big Glo I'm the lit one I'm finna do my big one

Swing on me gon' **** the city up with this one

Stamp that

Put you with your dead a*s homies since you say you miss 'em

Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off he like Lil Pistol

Gangsta ***** this pole I got on me it ain't for strippin'

Try to hit me I'ma show yo' ***** a*s you ain't no hitta

Ho

Quick to hit a ho but ain't gon' do **** to them

Them face tattoos don't scare me I grew up 'round real killers on gang

I ain't goin' for all that roughin' me up and grabbin' me by the neck

Put his hands on me we gon' be smokin' on him next

Don't even want me to walk outside he know that I'm a threat

Ugh

Think that boy obsessed let's get back to this text

Uh hey

Text my phone talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me

I ain't goin' for that **** nah nah I'ma die 'bout my respect

Woo

Keep that in check and I got the check

Woo woo

Kill you 'bout that bread put it on yo' head

Woo on gang

Uh uh uh uh

***** a*s gon' meet they ********** match runnin' into me ho a*s

This ain't that **** wrong wit' you

***** a*s

Uh uh