Rubbin Off The Paint

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