Role Models

Role Models Lyrics

Parents should go out and play with their kids
'Cause we ain't no damn role models, real G's

Right there in between Florida and Mississippi
Mobile Alabama this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped 'cause we close to the water
If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, nigga, ya oughta

I f**ked the mayor's daughter, he hate it when I call her
But I'm still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her
There she go now but I'm busy
Gettin' money on the other side of town

So I ain't a f**kin' clan I'll split yo' wig
And I ain't got sh*t to do wit' yo' kids
Look, Rich Boy quit doin' hardcore sh*t
Lil' nigga, f**k school, cop five mo' bricks

I see you ballin', yeah, what's up?
This is a motherf**kin' stick up
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it

I'll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it

Let me welcome you to my world, Chevy's and dirt roads
Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes
Big trucks, niggas gettin' they swerve on
Country niggas ain't slow, f**k what you heard, homes

Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin' on some killa sh*t
Poke out your chest, ball up ya fist, buddy, ya still a b**ch
My niggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerents
We hit the VIP, pullin' b**ches and spillin' sh*t

So if it seem like I'm buzzin', I'm sholliz
f**kin' wit' my country cousin and them, from Mobile
'Bama bred backwood, niggas, we so trill
Well, let the foot watch me and lil' Rich gettin' in hoes' ears

What it is? Damn right, we ain't a role model
Half pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle
That's why them hoes holla, they know them 'bout a dollar
And they might get to ride Impala, if them b**ches swa

I see you ballin', yeah, what's up?
This is a motherf**kin' stick up
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it

I'll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it

I see the kids wanna rap like me
'Cause ya see me wit' the b**ches livin' life on TV
Around in my hood, boys fillin' graves up
Niggas talkin' that sh*t, see the Techs raise up

Hangin' wit' the convicts and my boy attitude
I was f**kin' them the b**ches in the back of the school
Can't you tell, motherf**ker, I was raised by the streets?
f**k you studio gangstas, niggas reppin' on beats

My uncle doin' fed down in Talladega, b**ch
It ain't sh*t you can tell me about Lil' Rich
You better take ya lil' kids to the pastor
'Cause Rich Boy ain't a role model for them bastards

We ain't role models
(We be smokin')
We ain't role models
(We be drankin')

We ain't role models
(We be f**kin' these hoes)
We ain't role models

I see you ballin', yeah, what's up?
This is a motherf**kin' stick up
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it

I'll fall off at the club, like the thang on my waist, yeah
Then lay down the whole place
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' sh*t and think nothin' about it