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Lil Rae - No Rentals Lyrics



Lil Rae - No Rentals Lyrics




[ Featuring Big Yavo ]

Huh, huh, YCOE (Ayy, Darixn)
Huh, damn, damn, damn (Four3va)
Uh, goddamn
Come on

Man, I feel like Uncle Ruckus, swear I hate all of these niggas
This ho greener than an apple on a tree, let all us hit her (I know you remember)
We was on the backstreet, three deep, almost flipped
I know one nigga that used to dance, can't dance no more, he crippled
He on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout, "Who send them shots?" Lil' boy, you know who sent 'em
These hoes all over Lil Rae, I feel like Malcolm in the middle
Ain't graduate from [?], graduated from Bunche Middle
Come through in hogs and we can wreck these bitches, these are not no rentals (Skrrt)


Ayy, this is not a rental, bitch, I can crash this whip (I can crash that whip)
You would think I work with Santa Claus, it's a ton of bags in here (Ton of bags)
Nigga, you can tell I been on my grind, I got skater Lanvin drip (Drip)
I put rubber bands around my clip, nigga, I don't need a grip (Frrt, frrt)

I just— (Frrt)
I just, ha
I just, f*ck

I just feel like all these niggas cappers (Cap), all they do is yappers (Yap)
Niggas ain't never been inside that trap (No), sweatin' bullets while they rappin' (Uh-uh)
Nigga, knock over this high-ass cup of lean and watch what happen (Watch)
Better not think 'bout grabbin' ice, I won't think twice to up and clap him
I ain't the type to make a diss, I ain't say shit when **** got fired (Fah, fah)
I'm the type to spoil a nigga bitch and pick her for the draft (Come here)
Take a thick caramel bitch and put her 'cross my lap (Thick shit)
Ridin' with luggage and we almost backed, better not fire up no Black (Better not)
I'm ridin' with Shark Boy, boy, duh, I'm clutchin' fans (Clutchin' one)
"I got no Gen," you can't hop in (Uh-uh)
You would think the opps had germs how lil' bruh hop out this bitch sprayin' (Frrt, tuh, tuh)

Told the bros, "When we go out of town, need two hoes when I land"
She keep playin' with Lil Rae, so I hit two more of her friends
So much dog shit stuffed inside my pants, broke my whole rubber band
Just give me one chance, I'ma show you somethin', the kid don't do no playin'
That's some bad lil' shit (Nah), I will not play 'bout my bitch
Yes, I'm f*cked up bout lil' shorty, already know how Lil Rae get (YCOE, YCOE)
Diablo for president
All these pussy niggas cap-rappin', they need to get a fitted

YCOE
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Huh, huh, YCOE (Ayy, Darixn)
Huh, damn, damn, damn (Four3va)
Uh, goddamn
Come on

Man, I feel like Uncle Ruckus, swear I hate all of these niggas
This ho greener than an apple on a tree, let all us hit her (I know you remember)
We was on the backstreet, three deep, almost flipped
I know one nigga that used to dance, can't dance no more, he crippled
He on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout, "Who send them shots?" Lil' boy, you know who sent 'em
These hoes all over Lil Rae, I feel like Malcolm in the middle
Ain't graduate from [?], graduated from Bunche Middle
Come through in hogs and we can wreck these bitches, these are not no rentals (Skrrt)


Ayy, this is not a rental, bitch, I can crash this whip (I can crash that whip)
You would think I work with Santa Claus, it's a ton of bags in here (Ton of bags)
Nigga, you can tell I been on my grind, I got skater Lanvin drip (Drip)
I put rubber bands around my clip, nigga, I don't need a grip (Frrt, frrt)

I just— (Frrt)
I just, ha
I just, f*ck

I just feel like all these niggas cappers (Cap), all they do is yappers (Yap)
Niggas ain't never been inside that trap (No), sweatin' bullets while they rappin' (Uh-uh)
Nigga, knock over this high-ass cup of lean and watch what happen (Watch)
Better not think 'bout grabbin' ice, I won't think twice to up and clap him
I ain't the type to make a diss, I ain't say shit when **** got fired (Fah, fah)
I'm the type to spoil a nigga bitch and pick her for the draft (Come here)
Take a thick caramel bitch and put her 'cross my lap (Thick shit)
Ridin' with luggage and we almost backed, better not fire up no Black (Better not)
I'm ridin' with Shark Boy, boy, duh, I'm clutchin' fans (Clutchin' one)
"I got no Gen," you can't hop in (Uh-uh)
You would think the opps had germs how lil' bruh hop out this bitch sprayin' (Frrt, tuh, tuh)

Told the bros, "When we go out of town, need two hoes when I land"
She keep playin' with Lil Rae, so I hit two more of her friends
So much dog shit stuffed inside my pants, broke my whole rubber band
Just give me one chance, I'ma show you somethin', the kid don't do no playin'
That's some bad lil' shit (Nah), I will not play 'bout my bitch
Yes, I'm f*cked up bout lil' shorty, already know how Lil Rae get (YCOE, YCOE)
Diablo for president
All these pussy niggas cap-rappin', they need to get a fitted

YCOE
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Performed By: Lil Rae
Featuring: Big Yavo
Released: August 16th, 2024
Year: 2024

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