Jay5ive - Not A Rapper Pt2 Lyrics

      

Not a Rapper Pt2
by Jay5ive

Intro
FGFK Ldot, Ldot
Ldot, Ldot
Grah, grah, grah

Verse
BDS what? Niggas is down
Niggas know how we get for the eighth and the hounds
I spent multiple dollars on shit I don’t wear
I spent thousands on shit I can’t even pronounce
Niggas swoop through here and get caught out of bounds
Don’t you come through this block and get caught out of bounds
We done spun through the Woo in like four different styles
Free bros in the can, been a hawk for a while
I was posted in EG with no one around
Nobody in Drew, and we go back around
Niggas thought it was rap, I heard four different sounds
That’s how Boogz started running, Trey Burke hit the ground
It’s a shame what these niggas’ll do for the Brown
I ain’t nevеr throw a sawed-off to get a new brown
Not a rappеr, I really done walked niggas down
Put your love in a bitch, that’s how all niggas drown
All the bros got sniped, but I posted a few
It was never no V, nigga, we had it true
Dudeylo cannot wait ‘til he run into me?
I keep bending the Hill tryna run into you
Lil Dee was in wack tryna get to the kid
One-on-one, we can link up and do what we do
Nigga E with the Dot, we were smoking that kid
Lil bro in the back tryna bang, it’s new
I threw a shot in the roll, nigga flew
I was uptown tryna bang with the Blue
Nigga punched me, he must’ve not know what I do
Shots getting thrown, had to run through the Zoo
It was me, Kap, and Sin tryna purge on the two
Ldot neck on the bench on the news
Gunzo was just eating dick
In less than about twenty-four hours, that nigga went poof
Pack, my niggas smoking on Fatboy
Brito was running when I tried to catch boy
You could ask Del ‘bout if I be cappin’
If the gun would’ve went off, then I would’ve packed boy
You better ask what we do to them Makk boys
Eli was dissing and then niggas clapped boy
I’m getting tired of y’all playing crazy
We on the Woo like with T tryna clap Roy
Gotta be shooting, but you gotta pass, boy
Jake get to pulling, just pass me the Mag, boy
Every bro ride truth on bro, I ain’t capping
If you know somebody, then you could go ask for it
Shots getting thrown, but they still never learn
Niggas talk linking up, that’s how bridges get burned
Niggas can’t ride with us ‘cause them tables getting turned
Like when Melly got shot, once we sayin’ it burnt
Gun get to banging like this shit a band
Ain’t wanna do it, they forcin’ my hand
If you with a band, we could bang with the tan
I done threw at the crowd, watched him run on your mans
And he said, "See, I always went out with a bang"
You can’t dap me ‘cause I just might throw on a fan
I’m the one that be shooting and sliding and shit
I provide and shut couple of the bros in the can
Reese Loc tried to troll, so I threw him on cam
Shit crazy, I just tried to dap my mans
Shit brazy, lil nigga running from me
You crazy if you think I don’t got the dance
Brodie aimed him and dapped him right like his mans
I done robbed niggas, just give it up in advance
Not a lover, so I don’t want love, I want bands
Fuck his brothers with BDS, smoking on Stance
Niggas capping, they really ain’t smoking my mans
They shot Nicky and them niggas made it to dance
They get wocky when you hit the jet, make ‘em land
I be posting, so no need to troll on the ‘Gram
Just my brothers, but I gotta throw for the fam
Matt and Gutta, they punched my chest, I’m like, "Damn"
None above us, I’m throwing for all of my mans? Dudey, but we settle for any man
We done trooped it, and we had to change up the fifth
I got passy and you already know I’ma glitch
I done shot at the three to inflict on a Crip
Lil bro made it back, and he still to this Crip
I could go and start beef, I could end it today
I could do what I want ‘cause they know how I get
We don’t chill on them bus niggas, be with them niggas
Niggas know I got multiple shh for the set
Hundred degrees and I still had the TEC
I tried to click, but the gun wouldn’t let
Real Money Boss, now I’m smoking on Rec
Niggas was laughing when B-Dough was dead
E with the Dot threw one through the head
I’m with an A tryna throw on a Sev
An old nigga punched me, he thought he was Deebo
I put shots in that nigga because I ain’t Craig
Link getting dead, we spin net on the reg’
Christian for dollars and stack up the bread
Bro moving loopy, but he off the—
Like, bro tryna swoop me ‘cause he off the meds
They say bro just a rapper, they think he a rapper
Same nigga had Lil DJ’s ducking his head
Nobody do nothing to us
Like, why niggas capping and lying like they on the