No Rappers (feat. E-40)

With my A's hat backwards
Dom said don't let your girl kick it with no rappers
Politics with pillars
And I hang around factors
Snatched Olivia from a Green Bay Packer

Yeah, it's all facts, no cap
Can't imagine a song that I don't snap
If it don't blap, then I don't rap
I come from the Bay, put my city on the map
Brown bag, money, get cash
This lifestyle is crazy, I had to just laugh
Fuck my model chick
When she fresh out the bath
I'm tryna put it in, I can only fit half
Ay, she'd be running from the dick
Two minutes in, she's be coming super quick
Channel money clip and my stack super thick
A whole lotta gang shit, I'm mobbing with a click

And we eligible bachelors
Don't ever let your girlfriend
Kick it with no rappers
Yeah, kick, kick it with no rappers
Don't ever let your girlfriend
Kick it with no rappers
Yeah, she used to fuck with a actor
She don't like him no more
Now she like rappers
Rich white boy
I don't dance but I'm dapper
She wanna fuck now
But I'm gonna fuck after

Yeah, when it good times don't tint me
Told the waitress, don't let my glass get empty
I'ma black out til the bouncer come get me
This lifestyle's crazy, some people don't get me
Fuck it, it ain't shit to us
Our hommies girls baddy, lemme shit like Clew Louis
She hopped on top like, I swear I never do this

I'm hipped to the gang
Baby, I'am not new to this
May 24th Gemini, I'm a born star
If I didn't make music, I'd be a pornstar
Yeah, and that's just now the game goes
The homie hits twice, it's a fact
Yeah, she bang bros

And we eligible bachelors
Don't ever let your girlfriend
Kick it with no rappers
Yeah, kick, kick it with no rappers
Don't ever let your girlfriend
Kick it with no rappers

Yeah, she used to fuck with a actor
She don't like him no more
Now she like rappers
Rich white boy (rich black boy)
I don't dance but I'm dapper
She wanna fuck now
But I'm gonna fuck after

Athletes wanna be rappers
And rappers wanna be athletes
I keep an ear to the turf
Like a baseball cleat (cleat)

I told her I was shallow, with my pockets wasn't deep
I told her I was stingy, hella broke and hella cheap
I need you to know that these rappers are hella ganged up
(Ganged up)
I can sell a buck to an armor truck (armor truck)
I can make a walrus do a back flip (back flip)
I can sell seasoning to a potato chip (potato chip)

I throw like a frisbee and I bent like a fifth
My favorite pistol a 19-11 bolt action Bodak Shakeem
All my life I promised myself that I would never fold
Me and Gerald was thurl, realness and never get old (never)
Come and get your bitch, she out of pocket
She tryna socket to my pocket like a rocket
I'm having my chips and you can't stop it (stop it)
I'm the subject of the matter and the topic (and the topic)
Bitch!

And we eligible bachelors
Don't ever let your girlfriend
Kick it with no rappers
Yeah, kick, kick it with no rappers
Don't ever let your girlfriend
Kick it with no rappers
Yeah, she used to fuck with a actor
She don't like him no more
Now she like rappers

Rich white boy (rich black boy)
I don't dance but I'm dapper
She wanna fuck now
But I'm gonna fuck after



Credits
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, David Biral, Denzel Michael-akil Baptiste, Gerald Earl Gillum, Russell Chell, Edgar Machuca
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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