We Are Not Rappers

[Intro: RLSG KD]
RLSG
It's with a K dumbass
Gang
(I got so much Enrgy)

[Verse 1: RLSG KD]
My phone ring, your shit broke like the screen cracked
I'd be a liar if I said I don't sell crack
I'd be a liar if I said I'm moving out the trap
I'd be a liar if I said I sold every strap
My fiend'd die if he got this raw pack
Bring him back alive with this Narcan doctor pack
Hope he never try to rob me, 'cause I live for that
Firebomb the crib where he living with his children at

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Got a Lyft, had no cheese, I'll rob the Uber
You'll fold like a wallet, boy, you ain't no shooter
You let niggas short your cash, you ain't no bag mover
Hit your crib four times in a week, now you a sad mover
Your bitch greet me with head, ain't no, "How you doing?"
Bro got carpal tunnel tryna keep up with Martha Stewart
Broke a Pyrex 'cause bro let the stove do it
He off lean and Percs, so I know why he keep snoozing

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I'm finna scratch down they block just to make 'em hate
I'll put my gun down and hit you in your face
I don't even trust my stepdad, 'cause he a snake
Dog tryna spend a hundred, I'm 'bout to make him wait
He was finna call somebody else because I came too late
You would think I'm a makeup artist, I'll paint your face
Ridin' 'round with RLSG KD, I got a play on Race
This nigga Kidd got a knife, this nigga think he Blade

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
Niggas like college boys, don't wanna catch this fade
I'm trippin', almost DDT'd a stripper on stage
I ain't like the song that they played
And Quavis in my ear complainin' 'bout missin' his plays

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Shootin' dice in somebody trap, I just dodged a raid
My lil' cousin young as hell, he got a micro Drac'
Just finessed my uncle lil' cousin for a piece of cake
Fuck a money counter, gotta count it, bitch, I need a rake

[Verse 6: RLSG KD]
Fuck a bitch for forty dollars, I don't go on dates
Then take it back like it was my mistake
Shootout on the North Side, a nigga tried to short an eighth
Shot a nigga while he tried to duck and hit him in his face

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz]
Tap in with FMB Rambo if you bank with Chase
I ain't want the head out your bitch 'cause her breath was stank
Gangbanging' with my Beecher niggas, flag in your face
Your daddy was a cokehead, residue on y'all plates

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
I tore my ACL tryna hustle to this play
Bro got a dog-ass plug in the House of Dank
Take a nigga child, drown that fucker in a fish tank
Pour a deuce in a juice, tell me how this Brisk taste

[Verse 7: RLSG KD & KrispyLife Kidd]
Thoroughbred nigga, you can't tell me how this shit feel
Allergic to a dog-ass bitch, I need a Benadryl
I just stuffed a zip of strongs in my son Enfamil
Had to cut my boostin' bitch off 'cause I know she steal

[Verse 8: YSR Gramz]
She said pay for the pussy, I said, "You for real?"
I'm stingy with my money, bitch, I'm Dolla Bill
I can't hang with my lil' bro 'cause he hot as hell
Pay a bitch forty dollars, bro fresh out of jail

[Verse 9: KrispyLife Kidd & YSR Gramz]
Fuck bein' civilized, boy, I be tweakin'
I ain't meetin' niggas nowhere but in Beecher
Unless you got some money for me, nigga, fuck your feature
Granny don't like bro, she think he the reaper

[Verse 10: RLSG KD]
I don't wanna know old girl unless she an eater
I got some straight drop, but I got some whip cheaper
I had a gun in my locker like Gilbert Arenas
I like a bitch with some racks like her name Venus