Lil Rae - No Rentals
[Intro: Lil Rae]
(Huh, huh, YCOE, )
(Huh, damn, damn, damn, )
(Uh, goddamn)
(Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil Rae & ]
Man, I feel like Uncle Ruckus, swear I hate all of these niggas
This ho greener than an apple on a tree, let all us hit her (I know you remember)
We was on the backstreet, three deep, almost flipped 'em
I know one nigga that used to dance, can't dance no more, he crippled
He on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout, "Who sent them shots?" Lil' boy, you know who sent 'em
These hoes all over Lil Rae, I feel like Malcolm in the Middle
Didn't graduate from Therrell High, didn't graduate from Bunche Middle
Come through in hogs and we can wreck these bitches, these are not no rentals ()
[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
Ayy, this is not a rental, bitch, I can crash this whip (I can crash that whip)
You would think I work with Santa Claus, it's a ton of bags in here (Ton of bags)
Nigga, you can tell I been on my grind, I got skater Lanvin drip (Drip)
I put rubber bands around my clip, nigga, I don't need a grip (Frrt, frrt)
[Interlude: Big Yavo]
I just
(Frrt)
I just, hah
I just, fuck
[Verse 3: Big Yavo]
I just feel like all these niggas cappers, all they do is yap (Yappers)
Niggas ain't never been inside that trap sweatin' bullets while they rap (Uh-uh)
Nigga, knock over this high-ass cup of lean and watch what happen (Watch)
Better not think 'bout grabbin' ice, I won't think twice to up and clap him
I ain't the type to make a diss, I ain't say shit when— got fapped (Fah, fah)
I'm the type to spoil a nigga bitch and pick her for the draft (Come here)
Take a thick caramel bitch and put her 'cross my lap (Thick shit)
Ridin' with luggage and we almost back, you better not fire up no Black (Better not)
I'm ridin' with Shark Boy, boy, duh, I'm clutchin' fin (Clutchin' one)
"I got no Gen," you can't hop in (Uh-uh)
You would think the opps had germs how lil' bruh hop out this bitch sprayin' (Frrt)
[Verse 4: Lil Rae]
Told the bros when we go out of town, need two hoes when I land
She keep playin' with Lil Rae, so I hit two more of her friends
So much dog shit stuffed inside my pants, broke my whole rubber band
Just give me one chance, I'ma show you somethin', the kid don't do no playin'
That's some bad lil' shit (Nah), I will not play 'bout my bitch
Yes, I'm fucked up bout lil' shorty, already know how Lil Rae get (YCOE, YCOE)
Diablo for president
All these pussy niggas cap-rappin', they need to get a fitted
[Outro: Lil Rae]
(YCOE)
(Huh, huh, YCOE, )
(Huh, damn, damn, damn, )
(Uh, goddamn)
(Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil Rae & ]
Man, I feel like Uncle Ruckus, swear I hate all of these niggas
This ho greener than an apple on a tree, let all us hit her (I know you remember)
We was on the backstreet, three deep, almost flipped 'em
I know one nigga that used to dance, can't dance no more, he crippled
He on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout, "Who sent them shots?" Lil' boy, you know who sent 'em
These hoes all over Lil Rae, I feel like Malcolm in the Middle
Didn't graduate from Therrell High, didn't graduate from Bunche Middle
Come through in hogs and we can wreck these bitches, these are not no rentals ()
[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
Ayy, this is not a rental, bitch, I can crash this whip (I can crash that whip)
You would think I work with Santa Claus, it's a ton of bags in here (Ton of bags)
Nigga, you can tell I been on my grind, I got skater Lanvin drip (Drip)
I put rubber bands around my clip, nigga, I don't need a grip (Frrt, frrt)
[Interlude: Big Yavo]
I just
(Frrt)
I just, hah
I just, fuck
[Verse 3: Big Yavo]
I just feel like all these niggas cappers, all they do is yap (Yappers)
Niggas ain't never been inside that trap sweatin' bullets while they rap (Uh-uh)
Nigga, knock over this high-ass cup of lean and watch what happen (Watch)
Better not think 'bout grabbin' ice, I won't think twice to up and clap him
I ain't the type to make a diss, I ain't say shit when— got fapped (Fah, fah)
I'm the type to spoil a nigga bitch and pick her for the draft (Come here)
Take a thick caramel bitch and put her 'cross my lap (Thick shit)
Ridin' with luggage and we almost back, you better not fire up no Black (Better not)
I'm ridin' with Shark Boy, boy, duh, I'm clutchin' fin (Clutchin' one)
"I got no Gen," you can't hop in (Uh-uh)
You would think the opps had germs how lil' bruh hop out this bitch sprayin' (Frrt)
[Verse 4: Lil Rae]
Told the bros when we go out of town, need two hoes when I land
She keep playin' with Lil Rae, so I hit two more of her friends
So much dog shit stuffed inside my pants, broke my whole rubber band
Just give me one chance, I'ma show you somethin', the kid don't do no playin'
That's some bad lil' shit (Nah), I will not play 'bout my bitch
Yes, I'm fucked up bout lil' shorty, already know how Lil Rae get (YCOE, YCOE)
Diablo for president
All these pussy niggas cap-rappin', they need to get a fitted
[Outro: Lil Rae]
(YCOE)
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