Not A Rapper - 42 Dugg, Lil Baby, Yo Gotti

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet

New Glock on my hip, this plastic

I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6

Threw my fingers up, then I’m smashing

Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper

Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend

Broke out the Rolls truck, Baby, what we ridin' in?

Rolls truck parked in the hood, don’t drive it

Next one I catch slick dissin', we gon' slide 'em

Catch a bad bitch with a nigga still DMin'

Turned to a rat, it don’t matter, I don’t be with him

Dugg says, «It's up,» then I’m flyin' to the D with him

Corvette or two-seater, how you got three wit 'em?

Middle of the projects, don’t mess three with 'em

Run it through the sack, back, I guess I’ma run it back

I’m goin' for the touchdown, we caught us a flea flicker

When I slide some tints on the low-key vehicle

Niggas really bitches on whatever I’m feelin'

Next nigga mention my name, I’ll kill him

And y’all ain’t the same, I’m different

I hit his man, he trippin'

Nigga, fuck these bitches, nah, fuck y’all niggas

Hit my nigga Baby for the G behind the PM

Five outta nine, I done hit a nigga BM

I bet whatever on the team, fuck a re-up

These niggas hoes, half of 'em wanna be us

Pull his bitch right in his face, that be us

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet

Rightchea is two point five on the mattress

Catch me in Hollywood fuckin' on a actress (Yuh)

I’m been beatin' it with baby, I ain’t turned baby actress

Lil' rappin' ass nigga better pay they taxes

Shit been high, it’s dry, cactus

Say four and half, anytime, I don’t fraction

Nigga, I got plaques, I’m trappin'

Pocket full of blues, got 'em on Nip

Plug come from Houston, got him on Flip

Gun from Atlanta, ridin' like Tip

New FN right on the hip

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet

New Glock on my hip, this plastic

I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6

Then my fingers rubbed in, I smashed it

Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper

Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet

New Glock on my hip, this plastic

I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6

Then my fingers rubbed in, I smashed it

Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper

Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend

Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper