Kendall Morgan - Don't Come Around lyrics

[Produced by Infamous and Xplicit] [Chorus x2: Kendall Morgan] Don't come around again I believe it, I believe it [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] When a n***a talk dope, they don't never speak about the truth They don't never speak about you When a n***a talk real, you don't even know how it feel How you gon' tell me what it is When a n***a say Gotti, all they know is Leer and Maserati All they know is turnin' up the party All they know is young n***a with a whole bunch of rollies All they know is young n***a gon' catch a body When a n***a say north, n***a talkin' bout jumpin off the porch With a bag full of 50 St. Croix n***a talkin' bout trying to fight a gun charge Trying to fight a brick charge, lawyer ain't show up in court When a n***a say trial, n***a talkin' bout gambling with his life That's how a n***a really earn his stripes When them n***as say he don't f** with me like I f** with him He ain't finna do something right That n***a finna snitch, man I knew that n***a was a b**h Man I knew that n***a wasn't sh** He ain't got no heart, man I knew that n***a was risk Should've k**ed him when he we went on that lick When them n***as say bang, n***a they be talking bout my squad n***a they be talkin bout my cars When they say white, n***a they be talkin bout bricks I'll buy that sh** off of black card, talk to em [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] When them n***as say b**h, we don't really mean no harm She ain't gotta be so offensed When a n***a say ho, ain't say you know what you is Shawty you ain't got to be so defensive n***as say you bad, that's a compliment, not literally Half naked pictures, but you lookin' for a gentleman Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up Sold your soul to the internet Damn, damn right it's a cold world Losing sleep by my little girl Damn Mariah hope you don't be like Maliah Damn sure hope you don't be like oh girl True when a n***a say he like you n***as sayin' what he gon' do? Tell a n***a he a lie Tell him that a real bad b**h get his own so that money can't buy When a n***a say he ballin, ask him where his title and his deeds at Not where his clothes and his keys at Ask him if he ring, tell him that your daddy was a real baller He was blowin' money by the seasons Let him know you good, left a couple mil in the will for you Big burner rays right that'll k** for you Mama broke bad, left a n***a down bad I ain't trippin, don't show I'm still here for you [Chorus x2]