No Rentals lyrics

[Intro: Lil Rae]
Into college, and I'm three lectures behind
There's this guy, let's name him Colin, he says he wants to be mine
But it doesn't really sit with me quite right 'cause he doesn't really like the things I like
And I keep accidentally locking myself out of my dorm in the middle of the night
I wake up kinda wired, and I wake up kinda cold (Huh, huh, YCOE, ayy, Darixn)
And I wake up kinda tired, but I'll just sleep in when I'm old (Huh, damn, damn, damn, Four3va)
See, I don't like breaking rules, but don't like doing as I'm told (Uh, goddamn)
So, I just— don't like breaking rules, but don't like doing as I'm told (Come on)

[Verse 1: Lil Rae & Big Yavo]
Man, I feel like Uncle Ruckus, swear I hate all of these n*ggas
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 'em
I know one n*gga that used to dance, can't dance no more, he crippled
He on the 'Gram talkin' 'bout, "Who sent them shots?" Lil' boy, you know who sent 'em
These hoes all over Lil Rae, I feel like Malcolm in the Middle
Didn't graduate from Therrell High, didn't graduate from Bunche Middle
Come through in hogs and we can wreck these b*tches, these are not no rentals (Skrrt)

[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
Ayy, this is not a rental, b*tch, 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)
n*gga, you can tell I been on my grind, I got skater Lanvin drip (Drip)
I put rubber bands around my clip, n*gga, I don't need a grip (Frrt, frrt)
[Interlude: Big Yavo]
I just
(Frrt)
I just, hah
I just, f*ck

[Verse 3: Big Yavo]
I just feel like all these n*ggas cappers, all they do is yap (Yappers)
n*ggas ain't never been inside that trap sweatin' bullets while they rap (Uh-uh)
n*gga, 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 sh*t when— got fapped (Fah, fah)
I'm the type to spoil a n*gga b*tch and pick her for the draft (Come here)
Take a thick caramel b*tch and put her 'cross my lap (Thick sh*t)
Ridin' with luggage and we almost back, you better not fire up no Black (Better not)
I'm ridin' with Shark Boy, boy, duh, I'm clutchin' fin (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 b*tch sprayin' (Frrt)

[Verse 4: Lil Rae]
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 sh*t 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' sh*t (Nah), I will not play 'bout my b*tch
Yes, I'm f*cked up bout lil' shorty, already know how Lil Rae get (YCOE, YCOE)
Diablo for president
All these pus*y n*ggas cap-rappin', they need to get a fitted
[Outro: Lil Rae]
So, I just float around and keep my head down and hope my life unfolds (YCOE)
And everybody's telling me that I'm doin' so well
I try to trust them, honestly, I find it hard to tell
If I need work, or I need rest
I try my best to try my best