I'm Not Chris Rock Lyrics

I can't attempt to hold you down cause I ain't gravity

Bend you cross my knee and spank your ass, bitch, you so bad to me

Texting me and knowing you ain't no freak, it's called audacity

Plotting on me and thinking I can't see, gon' be a tragedy

You sent that text, expecting me to text back, what exactly

Send me your OF content free, you wanna make me happy

I'm not Chris Rock, a nigga gone die on stage, he try to slap me

I'm Scarred from Big and Pac, don't even wave at me in traffic

My belt, Gigi, no Fox, but Rick in L.A. with Rick Owens

I'm with my daughter, don't even speak, I'll crash on you, no Kobe

Baby got blood all in her lungs, it ain't tuberculosis

Ma know I'm quick to play my part, she could've named me Moses

The six'two left his face, all twisted up like Tyler Posey

Baby, your pussy way to wet the fuck, this is aerobics

Brody put mud in all his cups, I hope he don't need no donor

That ain't my gun, I'm just backed up, baby, it's called a boner

I can't attempt to hold you down, cause I ain't gravity

Bend you cross my knee and spank your ass, bitch, you so bad to me

Texting me and knowing you ain't no freak, it's called audacity

Plotting on me and thinking I can't see, gon' be a tragedy

My opps so gay, they like these bitches, get shot in they ass

I fucked on every bitch that passed me during my smash or pass

No Martin Lawrence, but I bet she fuck, I make her laugh

No Adam Silver, I pick who I want, this ain't the draft

Brand new maybach, I think May back, why it's so hot in here

Bitch, the plot is killing every nigga tryna plot in here

Please don't try no shit like Brian nichols, your ass gon' die in here

Look too hard, end up like Mike Wazowski, lose a eye,in here

Look too hard, end up like Wolverine, a bullet in your top

No more free the slime, I heard they let that spider out that box

Yeah, they look the same, they feel the same, but he ain't got my watch

No Amazon, all my hoes look the same, but got a different box

I can't attempt to hold you down, cause I ain't gravity

Bend you cross my knee and spank your ass, bitch, you so bad to me

Texting me and knowing you ain't no freak, it's called audacity

Plotting on me and thinking I can't see, gon' be a tragedy

You sent that text, expecting me to text back, what exactly

Send me your OF content free, you wanna make me happy

I'm not Chris Rock, a nigga, gone die onstage, he try to slap me

I'm scarred from big and pac, don't even wave at me in traffic