Acrylo - Rubbin Off the Magnolia lyrics
[Acrylo - Rubbin Off the Magnolia lyrics]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
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
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
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 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 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 hoe
Police always at my fuckin' crib
I don't tell 'em shit
I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin life
That I fuckin' live but, I be coolin'
Tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
But, if it's money near yo' 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
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man!
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
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
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 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 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 hoe
Police always at my fuckin' crib
I don't tell 'em shit
I'm really rapping 'bout this fuckin life
That I fuckin' live but, I be coolin'
Tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
But, if it's money near yo' 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
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man!