Rapperz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ran Sav] I ain't trynna be king of this rap shit I'm just trynna move a king on some trap shit Throwing lil white stones into plastic Running 'round all day with the rat-rip Draw past but a nigga still taxing Brain got it cause the fiend still asking Six popping and the nigga still flagging Quit to hit your baby mom from the backhand Y-y-y-y-y you can ask all my niggas in the hood about me I've been getting money, been running these streets Putting work in the passenger seat with the heat Been standing in the trap nigga getting no sleep More guns and T.I What they know about me? Fake niggas 'round here can't go around me Post on my block and get dough around me You better ask your mom who wanna know about me From nights to the set of sister hotels From checking that bitch to checking her smell From a little motherfucker just running the spot To a grown ass man, director of sales From a half lil brick and a acker of wit To a lil luxury car, now I'm stacking my chips They ain't never seen a cat that's established as this We can take it to the streets fuck the strap and the shit I-I-I-I be at your bitch 'cause she bit my sweater Cause I got her something clean and I ain't rip my tag I got a .45 with a clip to match And I keep it all white just to whip a batch I've been getting paper since I hit the map In a scraper going dummy like I'm Mr. Fair Ain't shit changed and my president black I'm putting 36 in and I'm bringing it back [Chorus: Z] Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rappers think they har Rappers think they hard Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rapper rapper rapper rapper rapper r-rapper rapper rapper Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rappers think they har Rappers think they hard Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rappers rappers rappers rappers rappers rappers rappers [Verse 2: Z] Fuck it Deading my opponent 'bout seven up in the morning You're dealing with Jason Voorhees Fuck it The microphone recording said the scene already gory with a 40 in the bucket Fuck it Wanna battle for the stage Hit the booth and talk flints and hit the block with a musket Fuck it I'll put a hole in your face for clapping the drum as the bass was pumping I'll put the strap and the up under kill the track and then go punt it, get my sack while he's bumming Swinging a rapper, then get punting, she gon' laugh as he get punted Let me know when you're done funking Push murder on stage And these sacks that I sling keep doubling and doubling I'll punt it to me, you got problem with Z I'll bring thugging to function A-a-a-a-a-acting like a weenie A-a-a-a-a-any time you see me when you acting like you thugging Man come on pimping We all know you won't do nothing So give it up before I put vet on heat Shooter Duncan And make your head blow-up like the seventies when the Ruger dumping Spit it since they credit when the microphone ain't shit Talking tough so wanna hit it Sending venom by they bucket Pawn it when they get it Hit the beddy for a minute Leave your body cause it's bitching with no-one to rush in I'm Firing Squad until the death of me with no breath to breathe Swisher for the recipe with my opponents laying next to me [Chorus: Z] Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rappers think they har Rappers think they hard Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rapper rapper rapper rapper rapper r-rapper rapper rapper Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rappers think they har Rappers think they hard Rappers think they hard until they brains blown out Rappers rappers rappers rappers rappers rappers rappers