Not Fun versuri

Not Fun lyrics by Leakionn

Intro
When the world don’t orbit around you?
So what are you gonna do
When the world don’t orbit around you?
Ain’t it fun
Livin’ in the real world?
Ain’t it good
Bein’ all alone?

Chorus
Damn, whatever you do, God know how I move
Can’t take you a winner if you never gon’ lose
I got in my feelings and poured me up a deuce
Runnin’ up money, I ain’t chasin’ no hoe
Don’t send me a diss, ‘cause the men be on go
Facts, shit blowin’, got your money like, „Whoa”
We them type niggas might hop out of snow
I remember back then when them bitches was playing
Ain’t no dappin’ me up, nigga, you not my man
Put that shit on, now your bitch on my dick
Go through they block and like soccer, they kick

Verse
Ain’t it good when I drop ‘cause the fans they be boppin’
Bitch thinkin’ she hurt me, she don’t know that I’m numb
Nigga, I’m fuckin’ with Mal, you know he go dumb
Your bitch textin’ my phone ‘cause she know you a bum
Gonna send you a diss, I’ma hop out on feet
Wanna break up my name but ain’t do shit to me
Nigga ain’t get in that car so he not tryna creep
Nigga, I’m a one-man band, you ain’t catchin’ me deep
Movin’ the cars, but I know how I slide
Fuckin’ with Two Times, know he gon’ glide
Nowhere to be found so you know they gon’ hide
Nigga, your bitch on my line, she fuck with my vibe
Nigga, your bitch on my line ‘cause I’m draggin’ my nuts
Nigga try to get up on me, then I bet he get touched
Mokin’ on wax, I ain’t mokin’ no dust
Just call in my wrist, nigga know that it’s up
Bitch said she gon’ leave, but I don’t give no fuck
Nigga, it’s—nigga, it’s hot shit flyin’, your man band up
Niggas been geekin’ for clout, so I’m keepin’ it tough

Chorus
Coming up where I’m from, God know how I move
Can’t take you a winner if you never gon’ lose
I got in my feelings and poured me up a deuce
Runnin’ up money, I ain’t chasin’ no hoe
Don’t send me a diss, ‘cause the men be on go
Facts, shit blowin’, got your money like, „Whoa”
We them type niggas might hop out of snow
I remember back then when them bitches was playing
Ain’t no dappin’ me up, nigga, you not my man
Put that shit on, now your bitch on my dick
Go through they block and like soccer, they kick

Outro
(Ain’t it good) yeah
(Bein’ all alone?)
Go through they block and like soccer, they—
Go through they block and like soccer, they kick
(Where you’re from)
(You might be the one who’s runnin’ things)