I’m Done Rapping
[Intro]
(Yeah, Zwerega, you so icy)
(Gary, what the fuck up?)
[Chorus]
I ain't gotta rap to make myself no money
I know how to get a rental, grab a bag, go to Kentucky
Pockets bulgin' off the hustle, the rap money, it ain't nothin'
Fuck rappin', I'm with the jackboys tryna catch a n***a stuntin', yeah
I quit my bitch, I quit rappin', I quit everything
I'm done tryna find some beats, I'm tryna buy some 'caine
On the road with a whole thing, baby, stay in your lane
You let me tell it, I'm too real for this lil' rap game
[Verse 1]
Shit, I'd rather sell dope than spit a rhyme
N***as tellin' me I'm up next, I'm ready to skip the line
You in thе streets and you ain't got twenty thousand, go get a job
You evеr been to jail and had to choose the lawyer or the bond?
Yeah, you ever seen them bullets break a n***a bones?
You ever grew up with a n***a that gave him life and he never told?
Fuck that, your dog ever took a shot and ain't make it home?
You ever came back with fifty thousand cash off the road, n***a?
I ain't think so
Paranoid inside the trap, I got the pistol at the peephole
Pillow talkin' to a bitch, you'd probably tell on all your people
Look, I'm a gangster, we can shoot it out or fight soon as I see you (N***a)
I'm really him, that's why they named me after a gun
When that money get involved, n***as be runnin' out of love
Million in cash, would you kill for that shit? N***a, duh
I can tell how you actin', you ain't never seen no blood
[?] so bitch, I see you in the strip, might throw some ones at you
Actin' like y'all catchin' bodies, n***as love cappin'
I'm frontline when it be smoke, the middle with the action
And I can't deal with ho shit, that's why I'm done rappin'
[Interlude]
[?] with a team? What team?
No-no, no, what I'm gon' do is
I'm gonna look out for myself
[Verse 2]
I'd probably never make it rappin', but I got some other skills that's gon' pay the bills
Treatin' n***as like my son, I feel like Paid Will
After this last tape, I'm done, Boom take the wheel, yeah
Free Lil Red, he got three, that n***a took the deal
Before rappin', we was chillin' on the block
Now we out the way, you couldn't pull up if you had the drop
I'm tryna go back to the trap, fuck rappin', I'd probably stop
But then again, I'd probably don't, 'cause if I do, I'm like my pops
Yeah, these n***as lame and broke and dumb
It ain't shit for me to go and get a bucket, and-one
This shit be bad when you ain't out here with no funds, ain't no fun
And when them guns start goin' off and you ain't got one, n***a, run
[Chorus]
I ain't gotta rap to make myself no money
I know how to get a rental, grab a bag, go to Kentucky
Pockets bulgin' off the hustle, the rap money, it ain't nothin'
Fuck rappin', I'm with the jackboys tryna catch a n***a stuntin', yeah
I quit my bitch, I quit rappin', I quit everything
I'm done tryna find some beats, I'm tryna buy some 'caine
On the road with a whole thing, baby, stay in your lane
You let me tell it, I'm too real for this lil' rap game
(Yeah, Zwerega, you so icy)
(Gary, what the fuck up?)
[Chorus]
I ain't gotta rap to make myself no money
I know how to get a rental, grab a bag, go to Kentucky
Pockets bulgin' off the hustle, the rap money, it ain't nothin'
Fuck rappin', I'm with the jackboys tryna catch a n***a stuntin', yeah
I quit my bitch, I quit rappin', I quit everything
I'm done tryna find some beats, I'm tryna buy some 'caine
On the road with a whole thing, baby, stay in your lane
You let me tell it, I'm too real for this lil' rap game
[Verse 1]
Shit, I'd rather sell dope than spit a rhyme
N***as tellin' me I'm up next, I'm ready to skip the line
You in thе streets and you ain't got twenty thousand, go get a job
You evеr been to jail and had to choose the lawyer or the bond?
Yeah, you ever seen them bullets break a n***a bones?
You ever grew up with a n***a that gave him life and he never told?
Fuck that, your dog ever took a shot and ain't make it home?
You ever came back with fifty thousand cash off the road, n***a?
I ain't think so
Paranoid inside the trap, I got the pistol at the peephole
Pillow talkin' to a bitch, you'd probably tell on all your people
Look, I'm a gangster, we can shoot it out or fight soon as I see you (N***a)
I'm really him, that's why they named me after a gun
When that money get involved, n***as be runnin' out of love
Million in cash, would you kill for that shit? N***a, duh
I can tell how you actin', you ain't never seen no blood
[?] so bitch, I see you in the strip, might throw some ones at you
Actin' like y'all catchin' bodies, n***as love cappin'
I'm frontline when it be smoke, the middle with the action
And I can't deal with ho shit, that's why I'm done rappin'
[Interlude]
[?] with a team? What team?
No-no, no, what I'm gon' do is
I'm gonna look out for myself
[Verse 2]
I'd probably never make it rappin', but I got some other skills that's gon' pay the bills
Treatin' n***as like my son, I feel like Paid Will
After this last tape, I'm done, Boom take the wheel, yeah
Free Lil Red, he got three, that n***a took the deal
Before rappin', we was chillin' on the block
Now we out the way, you couldn't pull up if you had the drop
I'm tryna go back to the trap, fuck rappin', I'd probably stop
But then again, I'd probably don't, 'cause if I do, I'm like my pops
Yeah, these n***as lame and broke and dumb
It ain't shit for me to go and get a bucket, and-one
This shit be bad when you ain't out here with no funds, ain't no fun
And when them guns start goin' off and you ain't got one, n***a, run
[Chorus]
I ain't gotta rap to make myself no money
I know how to get a rental, grab a bag, go to Kentucky
Pockets bulgin' off the hustle, the rap money, it ain't nothin'
Fuck rappin', I'm with the jackboys tryna catch a n***a stuntin', yeah
I quit my bitch, I quit rappin', I quit everything
I'm done tryna find some beats, I'm tryna buy some 'caine
On the road with a whole thing, baby, stay in your lane
You let me tell it, I'm too real for this lil' rap game