Ybn Nahmir

Ybn Nahmir - Rubbin Off The Paint lyrics

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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

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' triggas, 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 40

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

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 f**k 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 f**kin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit

I'm really rappin bout this f**kin life, that I f**kin live

But I be coolin', tryna focus on them f**kin' dividends

But if it's money on yo' head, well I'ma f**kin get it, man



Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
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