Top Rapper DB.Boutabag (Ft. Drakeo the Ruler)

[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, you got a wack jumper
All that pillow talkin' on the 'Gram and you ain't slap nothin'
You know my niggas in the building, you see racks bustin'
And I'm smokin' dope before my shows like I'm David Ruffin
We can't contact
You ain't talkin' blues, lil' baby, we can't contact
Bitch, I'm right through that— skrrt
Bitch, I'm right through that road like a lineback
Bitch, I'm— why you ask that?
And I'm still— uh
Used to fuck the— they broke up, now we back fuckin'
Ayy, nigga—
Paranoid behind tint clutchin' and this bitch Russian
(Ayy, I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me)

[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
I'm just a Boutabag nigga, why you ask that? (Why you ask that that?)
In them trenches still, twin got that trap jumpin' (Twin got that trap jumpin')
Used to fuck the bitch, they broke up, now we back fuckin' (Now we back fuckin')
Paranoid behind tint clutchin' and this bitch Russian (And this bitch Russian)
Ayy, nigga, you got a wack jumper (You got a wack jumper)
All that pillow talkin' on the 'Gram and you ain't slap nothin' (You ain't slap nothin')
You know my niggas in the building, you see racks bustin' (You see racks bustin')
And I'm smokin' dope before my shows like I'm David Ruffin (Bitch, I'm gettin' klocked)
Baby gettin' thundered off this contact (Off this contact)
You ain't talkin' bluеs, lil' baby, we can't contact (Nigga, you can't contact)
Bitch, I'm right through that road like a lineback (Likе a lineback)
And I'm tryna hit your old lady, where your mom at? (Bitch, where your mom at?)
Ayy, 'cause I'm gon' run it over (I'm gon' run it over)
You in her purse off a pill, I'm in her while she sober (I'm in her while she sober)
You don't hang out with no Benjis, all you niggas loners (You niggas bums)
Niggas only hard around a bitch, but he don't keep a blower (Ain't got the pole)
Ayy, is you goofy? Pause (Nigga)
Brother out here trippin', he keep stick in his drawers (He keep stick in his drawers)
Three hoes (Three hoes), call him Santa Claus (Nigga)
Fuck a broke bitch, yeah, this rich dick ain't for y'all (Ain't for y'all)
You see these deadstock kicks? I ain't get 'em from the mall (I ain't get 'em from the mall)
Lil' 'Sace belt, keep a pair of Ethis for the drawers (Keep a— for the drawers)
She lookin' at me now, sound like round of applause (Goals)
These bitches say I'm poppin', say my locs gettin' long (Go, go, go)
Wasn't fuckin' with me, I was on my ass, bitch, you wrong (Bitch, you wrong)
Nigga speakin' on his bag, we gotta get him gone, ayy (Get that nigga)
Slim thick bad bitch, Nia Long (Ah)
Bitch, I'm klocked in this bitch, Cheech & Chong (Bitch, I'm klocked)
I'm gon' fuck, now she need some Blues Clues, bitch, I'm gone (I gotta go)
I remember days tryna bust a trap all alone (Ayy, I'm to the neck)
Eyes on the road, don't answer on no phones (Don't answer on no phones)
I'm the shit, now I always talk shit on microphones (Talk shit on microphones)
Two-steppin' in my mode, on my whoadie, he gon' go (I miss my brother)
I think I love Givenchy clothes, I'm off this dog, got me slumped (Nigga, don't get smacked)
I ain't playin' limbo, bitch, my eyes gettin' low (I'm in here klocked)
Gang task pulled me over, said, "Sir, we smell smoke," ayy (We smell smoke)