No Rappers (feat. E-40)

Yeah, uh

With my A's hat backwards

Dom said don't let your girl kick it with no rappers

Politics with pillars

And I hang around factors

Snatched Olivia from a Green Bay Packer

Yeah, it's all facts, no cap

Can't imagine a song that I don't snap

If it don't blap, then I don't rap

I come from the Bay, put my city on the map

Brown bag, money, get cash

This lifestyle's crazy, I had to just laugh

Fuck my model chick when she fresh out the bath

I'm tryna put it in, I can only fit half

Ay, she be runnin' from the dick

Two minutes in, she be comin' super quick

Channel money clip and my stack super thick

A whole lotta gang shit, I'm mobbin' with the clique

And we eligible bachelors

Don't ever let yo' girlfriend kick it with no rappers

Yeah, kick, kick it with no rappers

Don't ever let yo' girlfriend kick it with no rappers

Yeah, she used to fuck with an actor

She don't like him no more, now she like rappers

Rich white boy, I don't dance, but I'm dapper

She wanna fuck now, but I'm gonna fuck after

Yeah, when it good times, don't tint me

Told the waitress, "Don't let my glass get empty"

I'ma black out till the bouncer come get me

This lifestyle's crazy, some people don't get me

Fuck it, it ain't shit to us

Our homie's girl's baddy, lemme share like Clueless

She hopped on top like, "I swear, I never do this"

I'm hipped to the game, baby, I'm not new to this

May 24th, Gemini, I'm a born star

If I didn't make music, I'd be a porn star

Yeah, and that's just how the game goes

The homie hits twice, it's a fact, yeah, she Bang Bros

And we eligible bachelors

Don't ever let yo' girlfriend kick it with no rappers

Yeah, kick, kick it with no rappers

Don't ever let yo' girlfriend kick it with no rappers

Yeah, she used to fuck with an actor

She don't like him no more, now she like rappers

Rich white boy (Rich black man), I don't dance, but I'm dapper

She wanna fuck now, but I'm gonna fuck after

Athletes wanna be rappers and rappers wanna be athletes

I keep my ear to the turf like a baseball cleat

I told her I was shallow, and my pockets wasn't deep

I told her I was stingy, hella broke, and hella cheap

I need you to know that these rappers are hella ganged up

I can sell a buck to an armored truck

I can make a walrus do a backflip

I can sell seasoning to a potato chip

I throw like a Frisbee and I'm bent like a fiddle

My favorite pistol a 1911 bolt action Kimber

All my life I promised myself that I'd never fold

Me and Gerald was thriller, realness and never get old

Come and get your bitch, she out of pocket

She tryna socket to my pocket like a racket

I'm havin' my chips, you can't stop it

I'm the subject matter and the topic, bitch

And we eligible bachelors

Don't ever let yo' girlfriend kick it with no rappers

Yeah, kick, kick it with no rappers

Don't ever let yo' girlfriend kick it with no rappers

Yeah, she used to fuck with an actor

She don't like him no more, now she like rappers

Rich white boy, I don't dance, but I'm dapper

She wanna fuck now, but I'm gonna fuck after