Rubbin Off The Paint (PROD. Izak)
[Intro]
That's what I thought you said. Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang
[Verse I]
They say "Lil Nahmir, where you've been at?", I'm just passing the breeze
I've been running up a check, that's why these bitches on me
I been cooling, laying low but I'm not taking a seat
But just know, a n***a back and it's time I won't leave
I've been running, running, running, gotta check me a bag
I got hunnids on my neck and I've got Trues on my ass
N***as said I'm going broke, well I just take it and laugh
I be speeding in that foreign with Five-O on my ass
[Verse II]
But I'm that n***a, I won't ever change
Rubbin of the paint, smoking dank
Got a uzi on my lap, I let it bang
Free Lil Tay, know he keep a K but he not Tay-K
I up the chop and let it blow him
Watch this bitch heat his face
I'm that n***a and all my young n***as pulling triggas, we gorillas
We let this bitch off until you feel us
For you n***as, that's always on IG with them Yicki's taking pictures
Is you really gon use em or you just loafin for them bitches?
[Verse III]
You n***as really hoes and you be acting like these bitches
You n***as say ya'll silent but ya'll probably in there snitchin
Most the n***as that's around be throwin C's like they're crippin
But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian
[Verse IV]
But I'm rocking with my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch I keep a 40
You say I'm lacking, n***a try me, shoot you and your shorty
I'm cookin up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
[Verse V]
40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
Hit an opp up, dreads swanging just like I'm a rasta
Smokin Ganja and I'm zooted, walkin in my pradas
Any n***a test my gangster, n***a, I'mma pop em
[Verse VI]
And we ain't throwing hands with you fuck n***as
It's one up, top up in that chamber, better duck n***a
N***as dissin on Lil Valley, he get slumped, n***a
We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk, n***a
[Verse VII]
I'm one-hundo, bitch, that's on my life, I will never fold
A n***a speaking on Lil Quay, well then, that n***a gotta go
I'm really small, but I can fight, but I'mma still up that pole
For you n***as think I'm pussy, you gon have to show me, ho
[Verse VIII]
Police always at my fucking crib, I don't tell them shit
I'm really rapping about this fucking life, that I fucking live
But I be coolin, trynna focus on them fucking Dividends
But if It's money on yo head, I'mma fucking get it, man
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
That's what I thought you said. Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang, aye
Aye, aye, gang gang
[Verse I]
They say "Lil Nahmir, where you've been at?", I'm just passing the breeze
I've been running up a check, that's why these bitches on me
I been cooling, laying low but I'm not taking a seat
But just know, a n***a back and it's time I won't leave
I've been running, running, running, gotta check me a bag
I got hunnids on my neck and I've got Trues on my ass
N***as said I'm going broke, well I just take it and laugh
I be speeding in that foreign with Five-O on my ass
[Verse II]
But I'm that n***a, I won't ever change
Rubbin of the paint, smoking dank
Got a uzi on my lap, I let it bang
Free Lil Tay, know he keep a K but he not Tay-K
I up the chop and let it blow him
Watch this bitch heat his face
I'm that n***a and all my young n***as pulling triggas, we gorillas
We let this bitch off until you feel us
For you n***as, that's always on IG with them Yicki's taking pictures
Is you really gon use em or you just loafin for them bitches?
[Verse III]
You n***as really hoes and you be acting like these bitches
You n***as say ya'll silent but ya'll probably in there snitchin
Most the n***as that's around be throwin C's like they're crippin
But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian
[Verse IV]
But I'm rocking with my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch I keep a 40
You say I'm lacking, n***a try me, shoot you and your shorty
I'm cookin up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
[Verse V]
40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
Hit an opp up, dreads swanging just like I'm a rasta
Smokin Ganja and I'm zooted, walkin in my pradas
Any n***a test my gangster, n***a, I'mma pop em
[Verse VI]
And we ain't throwing hands with you fuck n***as
It's one up, top up in that chamber, better duck n***a
N***as dissin on Lil Valley, he get slumped, n***a
We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk, n***a
[Verse VII]
I'm one-hundo, bitch, that's on my life, I will never fold
A n***a speaking on Lil Quay, well then, that n***a gotta go
I'm really small, but I can fight, but I'mma still up that pole
For you n***as think I'm pussy, you gon have to show me, ho
[Verse VIII]
Police always at my fucking crib, I don't tell them shit
I'm really rapping about this fucking life, that I fucking live
But I be coolin, trynna focus on them fucking Dividends
But if It's money on yo head, I'mma fucking get it, man
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang
Aye, aye, gang gang gang