Not a Rapper
No Rap
Tryna have a conversation I'm just tryna fuck
And this switchy blowing fifty ain't a way you can duck
Catch a body throw up b's they gonna try to you tie up
Niggas bitches send a shot then be hiding for a month
We don't give no passes,Tell the opps better not be lacking
Want me go raw I'm like nah imma wear a magnum
You don't got no hard just gas you ain't really trapping
I be going hard in the streets I ain't just a rapper
Nigga said he gonna stretch me but got folded up
Hop out glahh so you know it's us
Ain't gonna lie her shit the best I call her golden guts
How you say you hit em in his chest and you don't own a gun
Catch 'em chasing after bitches thinking wit his dick
Imma out outside his bushes think wit my blick
We couldn't even go on a drill broski had to take a shit
Catch a Nigga with his pants down he tryna take a piss
All he seen was GREENLIGHT
He couldn't make it home
I ain't gonna lie I told the guys that's Babyoda song
Bitch gave me the addy for some food she know she wrong
I been fucking bitches getting cheese ain't talking provolone
They ain't never score this shit gonna be a blow out
Called bro like Wyo bring the poles out
My bitch mad when We In public she say I show out
She lucky I don't pop out dt and bring the hoes out
I told bro he gonna run it up with no doubt
Niggas pouring liters in the double cup with no house
Tryna have a conversation I'm just tryna fuck
And this switchy blowing fifty ain't a way you can duck
Catch a body throw up b's they gonna try to you tie up
Niggas bitches send a shot then be hiding for a month
We don't give no passes,Tell the opps better not be lacking
Want me go raw I'm like nah imma wear a magnum
You don't got no hard just gas you ain't really trapping
I be going hard in the streets I ain't just a rapper
Nigga said he gonna stretch me but got folded up
Hop out glahh so you know it's us
Ain't gonna lie her shit the best I call her golden guts
How you say you hit em in his chest and you don't own a gun
Catch 'em chasing after bitches thinking wit his dick
Imma out outside his bushes think wit my blick
We couldn't even go on a drill broski had to take a shit
Catch a Nigga with his pants down he tryna take a piss
All he seen was GREENLIGHT
He couldn't make it home
I ain't gonna lie I told the guys that's Babyoda song
Bitch gave me the addy for some food she know she wrong
I been fucking bitches getting cheese ain't talking provolone
They ain't never score this shit gonna be a blow out
Called bro like Wyo bring the poles out
My bitch mad when We In public she say I show out
She lucky I don't pop out dt and bring the hoes out
I told bro he gonna run it up with no doubt
Niggas pouring liters in the double cup with no house
Credits
Writer(s): Bankroll Ny
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