Not a Rapper – Song and Lyrics by 42 Dugg

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Not a Rapper’ by 42 Dugg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 42 Dugg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Yeah, yeah

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet (she nasty)
New Glock on my hip, this plastic (there’s blood on it)
I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6
Then my fingers rubbed in, I smashed it
Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper
Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend

Broke out the Rolls truck, Baby, what we ridin’ in?

Rolls truck parked in the hood, don’t drive it
Next one I catch slick dissin’, we gon’ slide ’em
Catch a bad bitch with a nigga, still DM
Turned to a rat, it don’t matter, I don’t be with him
Dugg says, “It’s up,” then I’m flyin’ to the D with him
Corvette or two-seater, how you got three with ’em?
Middle of the projects, don’t mess three with ’em
Run it through the sack, back, I guess I’ma run it back
I’m goin’ for the touchdown, we caught us a flea flicker
When I slide some tints on the low-key vehicle

Niggas really bitches, on whatever, I don’t feel you
Next nigga mention my name, I’ll kill him
And y’all ain’t the same, I’m different
I hit his man, he trippin’
Nigga, f*ck these bitches, nah, f*ck y’all niggas
Hit my nigga Baby for the G behind the PM
Five out of nine, I done hit a nigga BM
I bet whatever on the team, f*ck a re-up
These niggas hoes, half of ’em wanna be us
Pull his bitch right in his face, that be us

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet
Rightchea is two point five on the mattress
Catch me in Hollywood fuckin’ on a actress (yuh)
I’m been beatin’ it with Baby, I ain’t turned baby actress
Lil’ rappin’ ass nigga better pay they taxes
Shit been high, it’s dry, cactus
Say four and half, anytime, I don’t fraction
Nigga, I got plaques, I’m trappin’
Pint full of blues, got ’em on Nip
Plug come from Houston, got him on flip
Gun from Atlanta, ran like Tip
New FN right on the hip

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet (she nasty)
New Glock on my hip, this plastic (there’s blood on it)
I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6
Then my fingers rubbed in, I smashed it
Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper
Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend

Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper
Run up with the plug, whole hood got the backend

Bad bitch from the hood, she ratchet (she nasty)
New Glock on my hip, this plastic (there’s blood on it)
I just bought a new whip, five fifty M6
Then my fingers rubbed in, I smashed it
Bitch, I’m a thug nigga, ho, I’m not a rapper