Lyrics

Think it's time to end all this bullshit Shit's gettin' real wack What's up? Oh, you rap too? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rappin' now? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rap too? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rappin' now? Nigga, what the fuck? Honestly, these niggas is too lame to be competition (Ayy, ayy) Honestly, these niggas is too lame to be competition (Ayy, ayy) Honestly, these niggas is too lame to be competition, go They make dope songs They wear dope sneaks Bet you if I punch him in his face, a nigga shattered 'cause he so weak (Baow) Real niggas runnin' 'round the hood actin' like some copycats (Bitch) Hearin' of a nigga say swag, everybody go and copy that Swag, lame shit (Word) Everybody sound like the same shit (Word) Everybody wanna be the main pick If you dope, say what's really on your brain, bitch What happened to bein' creative and spittin' hot flows to make bad bitches change up? (Huh?) This is shame how this game, it done change up Brainwash the world, now they remain stuck (Damn) Not me (No), not me (No) A.R. Yum not sloppy (Nah) Statin' the ink be the posse Fuck around and cut you down like shop meet (Ha) What happened to fights on the streets? Rather the lames gettin' hype on the beat (What happened?) What happened to preachers that preach? Most of them psychos, touchin' on cheeks (Don't believe in) This world is sick, this world is sick Nowadays, I don't know which girl to pick (Nope) Pick her then she pick him And then pick her after she scroll on dick and then kiss you (Slut) Crying, talkin' 'bout she miss you But back to these lame-ass rap niggas Bars they be spittin' be pitiful What's up? Oh, you rap too? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rappin' now? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rap too? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rappin' now? Nigga, what the fuck? Honestly, these niggas is too lame to be competition (Ayy, ayy) Honestly, these niggas is too lame to be competition (Ayy, ayy) Honestly, these niggas is too lame to be competition (Ayy) Honestly, these niggas is too lame to be competition, go What's up? You in the entertainment? What's up? You wanna be an actor? (What's up?) You wanna be famous? (What's up?) You wanna be a rapper? (Huh?) Everybody wanna be a fuckin' model (Right?) Everybody wanna be a producer (Right?) Yeah, nobody wanna be your damn doctor (Nah) Meanin' ain't nobody gonna have a future Loser (Loser) Leave it to the niggas that been doin' it, doin' it to the max Spittin' everything that they doin' in true fact If you ain't tryna do it but music then move back (Back) Move back for the two cats but them goons back And the tune's clapped Niggas [?] to that All y'all niggas rap about is swag, swag, swag, swag How the hell is dope when you rap about the same shit? (Ahh) So I keep in base shit The only swag rappers that I hang with is Bobby two fleece sweaters on it change Ricks Rest of these motherfuckers ain't shit (Nah) Fuckin' up the game on some lame shit (Right?) Couple of you would never niggas chase shit (Right?) Followin' a model only poppin' bottles of Moscotto 'Cause y'all niggas really be on Drakes there Shit Get a grip, fam Mellows hot, now niggas mixed fans? (Huh?) Rack how y'all niggas in the mix, fam Well, back to the cash, that's a quick end Little niggas that jack and them niggas that suck Feel a certain way, brother, come speak up (Huh) What's up? You feel a certain way, nigga, come speak up What's up? Oh, you rap too? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rappin' now? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rap too? Nigga, what the fuck? What's up? Oh, you rappin' now? Nigga, what the fuck?