We Are Not Rappers (feat. KrispyLife Kidd & Rlsg KD)

RLSG

It's with a K dumbass

Gang

(I got so much Enrgy)

My phone ring, your shit broke like the screen cracked

I'd be a liar if I said I don't sell crack

I'd be a liar if I said I'm moving out the trap

I'd be a liar if I said I sold every strap

My fiend'd die if he got this raw pack

Bring him back alive with this Narcan doctor pack

Hope he never try to rob me, 'cause I live for that

Firebomb the crib where he living with his children at

Got a Lyft, had no cheese, I'll rob the Uber

You'll fold like a wallet, boy, you ain't no shooter

You let **** short your cash, you ain't no bag mover

Hit your crib four times in a week, now you a sad mover

Your bitch greet me with head, ain't no, "How you doing?"

Bro got carpal tunnel tryna keep up with Martha Stewart

Broke a Pyrex 'cause bro let the stove do it

He off lean and Percs, so I know why he keep snoozing

I'm finna scratch down they block just to make 'em hate

I'll put my gun down and hit you in your face

I don't even trust my stepdad, 'cause he a snake

Dog tryna spend a hundred, I'm 'bout to make him wait

He was finna call somebody else because I came too late

You would think I'm a makeup artist, I'll paint your face

Ridin' 'round with RLSG KD, I got a play on Race

This **** Kidd got a knife, this **** think he Blade

**** like college boys, don't wanna catch this fade

I'm trippin', almost DDT'd a stripper on stage

I ain't like the song that they played

And Quavis in my ear complainin' 'bout missin' his plays

Shootin' dice in somebody trap, I just dodged a raid

My lil' cousin young as hell, he got a micro Drac'

Just finessed my uncle lil' cousin for a piece of cake

Fuck a money counter, gotta count it, bitch, I need a rake

Fuck a bitch for forty dollars, I don't go on dates

Then take it back like it was my mistake

Shootout on the North Side, a **** tried to short an eighth

Shot a **** while he tried to duck and hit him in his face

Tap in with FMB Rambo if you bank with Chase

I ain't want the head out your bitch 'cause her breath was stank

Gangbanging' with my Beecher ****, flag in your face

Your daddy was a cokehead, residue on y'all plates

I tore my ACL tryna hustle to this play

Bro got a dog-ass plug in the House of Dank

Take a **** child, drown that fucker in a fish tank

Pour a deuce in a juice, tell me how this Brisk taste

Thoroughbred ****, you can't tell me how this shit feel

Allergic to a dog-ass bitch, I need a Benadryl

I just stuffed a zip of strongs in my son Enfamil

Had to cut my boostin' bitch off 'cause I know she steal

She said pay for the pussy, I said, "You for real?"

I'm stingy with my money, bitch, I'm Dolla Bill

I can't hang with my lil' bro 'cause he hot as hell

Pay a bitch forty dollars, bro fresh out of jail

Fuck bein' civilized, boy, I be tweakin'

I ain't meetin' **** nowhere but in Beecher

Unless you got some money for me, ****, fuck your feature

Granny don't like bro, she think he the reaper

I don't wanna know old girl unless she an eater

I got some straight drop, but I got some whip cheaper

I had a gun in my locker like Gilbert Arenas

I like a bitch with some racks like her name Venus