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rubbin off the paint
- They say Lil'' Nahmir where you been at? I'm just passin' a breeze
- I been runnin' up a check, that's why these bitches on me
- I been coolin', layin' low, but I'm not takin' a seat
- But just know a nigga back and this time I won't leave
- I been runnin', runnin', runnin', gotta check me a bag
- I got hunnids on my neck and I got Trues on my ass
- Niggas said I'm goin' broke, well I just take it and laugh
- I be speedin' in that foreign with Five O on my ass
- But I'm that nigga, I won't ever change, rubbin' off the paint
- Smokin' dank, got a Uzi in 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 nigga
- And all my young niggas pullin' triggers, we gorillas
- We let this bitch off until you feel us, for you niggas
- That's always on IG with them yiggies, takin' pictures
- Is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches?
- You niggas really hoes and you be acting like these bitches
- You niggas say y'all silent but y'all probably in there snitchin'
- Most the niggas that's around me throwin C's like they crippin'
- But they do it for the twins, free Lil' Corey and Lil' Christian
- But I'm rockin' with my shooters and that's mandatory
- One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch I keep a forty
- You say I'm lackin', nigga try me, shoot you and yo' shorty
- I'm cookin up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
- Forty poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
- Hit a opp up, dreads swangin' just like I'm a Rasta
- Smokin' ganja and I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas
- Any nigga test my gangsta nigga, I'ma pop 'em
- And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck niggas
- It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck nigga
- Niggas dissin' on Lil' Valley, he get slumped nigga
- We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk nigga
- I'm one hundo, bitch that's on my life, I will never fold
- A nigga speakin on Lil' Quay, well then that nigga gotta go
- I'm really small but I can fight but I'ma still up that pole
- For you niggas think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me hoe
- Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit
- I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin life, that I fuckin' live
- But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
- But if it's money near yo' head, well I'ma fuckin get it, man
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