Big Scarr - Favorite Rapper Lyrics

Woah (Yung Lan on the Tack)
Woah, let's go, let's go, let's go
So icy
Woah
Woah, let's go, lets go

I'm not with the cappin'
I had to sell me some bows, got a plug on them loads
No, I'm nothin' like yo' favorite rapper
Chopper hit better get low, yeah, we uppin' the score
All that talkin' shit don't even matter
No I can beef on a post or with him 'bout a ho, let 'em play it's gon' be a 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 them loads
No, I'm nothin' like yo' favorite rapper
Chopper hit better get low, yeah, we uppin' the score
All that talkin' shit don't even matter
Diamonds they colored, they come from Alaska
I got it tucked, no, I ain't finna rassle
Nigga want beef 'cause I blew as a rapper

Three hundred bags I guess size is a must
Remember them days I was down bad and dusty
Ol' rusty K it still hit, fuck the rust
Ashes to ashes, turn his body to dust
Double-r members shoot shots out the Culinnan
Ride for the gang never switch on my brothers them
I shoot up houses, my catch your lil' brother them
Catch him in traffic make 'em curl like a butter shrimp (let's go)
All natural ass, bad bitch, no Lil' Kim
Still 'bout the extras like a movie film
This ball above the rim can't play me like buddy 'nem
Double-r slidin' can't see it 'cause the curtain up
I was puttin' niggas on, I ain't never been to work
Slidin' on your block like the subway surf
Real big dog can't come on my turf (no, nope, nigga can't come over here)
Thinkin' I'm a lick, I'ma leave a nigga body in a hurst
Talkin' down on me, he ain't know it was a curse
I got your bitch throwin' ass on a nigga in reverse
Give her Perc' 10s, I ain't never bought a purse
Too geeked up, got her comin' out her skirt
I'on't talk much, yeah, I let the racks flirt
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 them loads
No, I'm nothin' like yo' favorite rapper
Chopper hit better get low, yeah, we uppin' the score
All that talkin' shit don't even matter
No I can beef on a post or with him 'bout a ho, let 'em play it's gon' be a 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 them loads
No, I'm nothin' like yo' favorite rapper
Chopper hit better get low, yeah, we uppin' the score
All that talkin' shit don't even matter
Diamonds they colored, they come from Alaska
I got it tucked, no, I ain't finna rassle
Nigga want beef 'cause I blew as a rapper