No Rapper Lyrics – Juicy J (ft. Aleza, Slimeroni & K Carbon)
I’m so tired of these rap niggas, mane, these industry people, these ***’ record labels
*** is fake, *** is phony, they ***’ over people, mane
Just own all your ***, mane, don’t give these *** ***
No facilities, none of that ***, my ***
I ain’t know no rapper *** (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain’t no rapper *** (At all)
I ain’t with that cappin’ *** (Ain’t with it)
Pull up, we clappin’ *** (Brr-brr)
I ain’t know no rapper *** (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain’t no rapper *** (At all)
I ain’t with that cappin’ *** (Ain’t with it)
Pull up (Yeah, yeah), we clappin’ *** (Brr-brr)
I ain’t with that rappin’ *** (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the ***
Strip club ratchet *** (Uh-mhm), I’m drinkin’ actavis
I ain’t with that rappin’ *** (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the ***
Strip club ratchet *** (Uh-mhm), I’m drinkin’ actavis
Mane, I’m in too deep, fifty million and upcount
Rich *** from the trenches, I could buy a public housin’
Mane, I’m in too deep, I don’t see me comin’ out it
I’m a Gold Rushmore, data put me on the mount
Mane, I’m in too deep, you can’t trick me out the streets
Sprayin’ at your SUV’s, shoot off the dose, not [?]
Mane, I’m in too deep, I’m a shark, I can swim through it
Do you fools listen to the music or just skim through it?
Three 6 Mafia, we been about that ratchet ***
Jackin’ ***, trappin’ ***, that *** ***, I wack a ***
China five type of ***, get it? Bought some clown ***
Most these niggas fake, they just talkin’, they not poppin’ ***
I ain’t know no rapper *** (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain’t no rapper *** (At all)
I ain’t with that cappin’ *** (Ain’t with it)
Pull up, we clappin’ *** (Brr-brr)
I ain’t know no rapper *** (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain’t no rapper *** (At all)
I ain’t with that cappin’ *** (Ain’t with it)
Pull up (Yeah, yeah), we clappin’ *** (Brr-brr)
I ain’t with that rappin’ *** (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the ***
Strip club ratchet *** (Uh-mhm), I’m drinkin’ actavis
I ain’t with that rappin’ *** (Nuh-uh), yeah, I get at the ***
Strip club ratchet *** (Uh-mhm), I’m drinkin’ actavis (It’s all in)
I’m a real lyricist, don’t consider me no rapper (I ain’t no rapper)
Got my name from what I toke, Carbon to flip your ass better (On God)
I just stacked another ten, I still pour racks up in the mattress (Up in the mattress)
Drip Dior with the Chanel, just to catch my flight to Cali
Mane, *** a social site, I got blue checks, *** I’m verified (***)
When gang ready to slide and doin’ drill, we call it hammer-time
*** that be hatin’ be the main ones that’s a fan of mine (Uh-huh)
LA with the pass, smokin’ on some *** from Anaheim (Easy)
All that damn typin’, I don’t do the enemy
If it’s pressure, drop a pin, blow that smoke off ’bout your ***, ***
Mumble when I’m emsy, really would they ask to do business?
They know better than the sayin’ when I’m right there, we’ll have a speak (***)
I ain’t know no rapper *** (Nuh-uh)
Nah, I ain’t no rapper *** (At all)