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YBN Nahmir "Rubbin Off The Paint" (Prod. by Izak) (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YBN Nahmir
YBN Nahmir
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Simmons
Nicholas Simmons
Songwriter
Hans Isak Adam
Hans Isak Adam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian White
Brian White
Recording Engineer
Hoodzone
Hoodzone
Recording Engineer
Izak
Izak
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, aye, gang, gang
Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang
Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang
Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang
[Verse 1]
They say, Lil' Nahmir, where you been at? I'm just passin' the breeze
I been runnin' up a check, that's why these bitches on me
I been coolin', layin' low, but I'm not takin' the seat
But just know a **** back and this time, I won't leave
[Verse 2]
I been runnin', runnin', runnin', gotta check me a bag
I got hunnids on my neck and I got Trues on my ass
**** said I'm goin' broke, well, I just take it and laugh
I be speedin' in that foreign with five-O on my ass
[Verse 3]
But I'm that ****, 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
And watch this bitch eat his face
[Verse 4]
I'm that **** and all my young **** pullin' triggers
We gorillas, we let this bitch off until you feel us
For you **** that's always on IG with them yiggies
Takin' pictures, is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches?
[Verse 5]
You **** really hoes and you be actin' like these bitches
You **** say y'all silent, but y'all probably in there snitchin'
Most the **** that's around me throwin' C's like they crippin'
But they do it for the twins, free Lil' Corey and Lil' Christian
[Verse 6]
But I'm rockin' with my shooters and that's mandatory
One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch, I keep a forty
You say I'm lackin', ****, try me, shoot you and your shorty
I'm cookin' up in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
[Verse 7]
Forty poppa, hit a mobster, turn your brain to pasta
Hit a opp up, dreads swingin' just like I'm a rasta
Smokin' ganja and I'm zooted walkin' in my Pradas
Any **** test my gangster, ****, I'ma pop him
[Verse 8]
And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck ****
It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck, ****
**** dissin' on Lil' Valley, he get slumped, ****
We shoot his body, then we lay him in that trunk, ****
[Verse 9]
I'm one-hundo, bitch, that's on my life, I will never fold
A **** speakin' on Lil' Quay, well, then that **** gotta go
I'm really small, but I can fight, but I'ma still up that pole
For you **** think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me, hoe
[Verse 10]
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 on you head, well, I'm fuckin' get it, man
[Outro]
Aye, aye, gang, gang, gang
Aye, aye, gang, gang, gang
Aye, aye, gang, gang, gang
Aye, aye, gang, gang, gang
Written by: Hans Adam, Nicholas Simmons
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