On “Rubbin Off The Paint,” YBN Nahmir raps about getting wealthy and his savage behavior.

This song became a minor hit for YBN which debuted at #78 and peaked at #46 on the Billboard Hot 100. The music… Read More [Intro]

That's what I thought you said

Now let me offer this as a rebuttal

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Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang

[Verse]

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 (Izak made this one)

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

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 actin' 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 your 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, ho

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 your head, well, I'ma fuckin' get it, man

[Outro]

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang