Rubbin off the Paint

Текст песни YBN Nahmir - Rubbin off the Paint

(That's what I thought you said)
(Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal)

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang

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 (Izak made this one)
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 actin' 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 .40
You say I'm lackin', nigga, try me, shoot you and your shorty
I'm cookin' up in the lab, like I'm Rick and Morty

40 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, ho

Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit
I'm really rappin' 'bout this fuckin' life that I fuckin' live
But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
But if it's money near your head, well, I'ma fuckin' get it, man

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang