Favorite Rapper Songtext
von Big Scarr

Whoa, uh-uh, whoa (Yung Lan on the track)
Let′s go, let's go, let′s go (so icy)
Whoa, uh, whoa, let's go, let's go (what up, Noc?)

I′m not with the cappin′
I had to sell me some 'bows, got a plug on ′em loads, no, I'm nothin′ like yo' favorite rapper
Choppa hit, bet he get low, yeah, we uppin′ the score, all that talkin' shit don't even matter
No, I can′t beef on a post or with him ′bout a ho, let him play, it's gon′ be disaster
Nigga want beef 'cause I blew as a rapper (no cap)

I′m not with the cappin'
I had to sell me some ′bows, got a plug on 'em loads, no, I'm nothin′ like yo′ favorite rapper
Choppa hit, bet he get low, yeah, we uppin' the score, all that talkin′ shit don't even matter
Diamonds, they cold like they come from Alaska
I got it tucked, no, I ain′t finna wrestle, nigga want beef 'cause I blew as a rapper

300 bag, got zaza a lil′ musty (zaza a lil' musty)
'Member them days I was down bad and dusty (I was down bad and dusty)
Old Russian K, it′s still hit, fuck the rust (fuck the rust)
Ashes to ash, turn his body to dust (turn his body to dust)


Double R member, send shots out the Cullinan
Ride for the gang, never switch on my brother ′nem (switch on my brother 'nem)
I don′t shoot up houses, might hit your lil' brother ′nem
Catch him in traffic, make him curl like a buttered shrimp (let's go)

All-natural ass bad bitch, no Lil′ Kim (Lil' Kim)
Still 'bout the action like a movie film, ball above the rim, can′t play me like Bird and them
Uh, Double R slide, can′t see, cut the curb
Now I'm puttin′ niggas on, I ain't never been to work
Slidin′ on your block like the Subway Surf' (Subway Surf′)
Real big dog, can't come on my turf (no, no, nigga can't come over here)

Thinkin′ I′m a lick, I'ma leave a nigga body in a hearse (I′m hard)
Talkin' down on me, he ain′t know it was a curse (curse), I got yo' bitch throwin′ ass on a nigga in reverse
Give her Perc' tens, I ain't never bought a purse, too geeked up, got her comin′ out her skirt (phew)
I don′t talk much, yeah, I let the racks flirt (phew), ain't with Lil Uzi, pull up in a ′vert (uh)

I'm not with the cappin′
I had to sell me some 'bows, got a plug on ′em loads, no, I'm nothin' like yo′ favorite rapper
Choppa hit, bet he get low, yeah, we uppin′ the score, all that talkin' shit don′t even matter
No, I can't beef on a post or with him ′bout a ho, let him play, it's gon′ be disaster
Nigga want beef 'cause I blew as a rapper (no cap)


I'm not with the cappin′
I had to sell me some ′bows, got a plug on 'em loads, no, I′m nothin' like yo′ favorite rapper
Choppa hit, bet he get low, yeah, we uppin' the score, all that talkin′ shit don't even matter
Diamonds, they cold like they come from Alaska
I got it tucked, no, I ain't finna wrestle, nigga want beef ′cause I blew as a rapper