[Produced by Metro Boomin]
[Hook : Jose Guapo]
f** the rap game, f** the rap game
f** the rap game, f** the rap game
All these rappers know they pussies anyway
All these rappers know they pussies anyway
f** the rap game, f** the rap game
f** the rap game, f** the rap game
Whether I rap or not n***a we gon' be straight
Whether I rap or not n***a we gon' be straight
[Verse 1 : Jose Guapo]
I think I started kickin' sh** the year '06
Since my heart so cold I had to ice my neck and wrist
You know I ran my check up and f**ed every b**h
Real homie what it do? You know I still ain't worried 'bout sh**
Purple bale down a hundred pound we got them truck load n***a
Ridin' around smokin' on Keisha
Got the F&N tucked in the console n***a
Got a lotta bands, yea we got them bands
Brrrr wanna hear a drumroll n***a
You know my n***as don give a damn
Do you want me to unload n***a
Po' up, po' up, po' up, po' up, po' up
All I drink's dirty
Old a** rapper, I think this n***a forty (Bussin'!)
Straight drop right out the pot I'm talkin' 36 (Gambino!)
I keep shooters 'round me foo, Rollie worth a brick!
I'm in Houston with 2 hoes, lookin' elegant (She bad!)
Guap-Obama in my city I'm the president (No lie!)
All these rappers goin' broke, man they full of sh** (Broke)
Just hit a lick if he ain't on foreign sh** (M&M's n***a!)
Million dollar kitchen I'm bout' to Forbes list (M&M's n***a!)
I sh**ted on my teachers in Rolls Royces
Chico end up dope in Porsches
These n***as wifin' hoes, I'm just divorcin'
If you ain't worth a mill you ain't important
And these new Giuseppe's cost your mortgage
f** these n***as thoughts, Guapo been a boss
f** the rap game, servin' out a loft
[Hook]
[Verse 2 : Offset]
I don't f** with you rappers
Bitin' and takin' my swag when you know I'm the master
Trapper turned rapper, bando turned mansion
Hannah Montana crowd jumpin' like [?]
If I was not artist I wouldn't have a problem with selling Bob Marley
Or selling Icarly
I probably be jiggy, finessin' for 50 at [?]
Cheetah my Louboutins, walkin' safari
Your favorite rapper I'm his favorite artist
Murder Versace put it in a coffin
Sippin' on Actavis like it was coffee
QC the label and we independent
Most of them n***as ain't gettin no Benjis
The flow that you spittin' and you know we invented
The media sayin' it and all the critics
f** the rap game!
[Verse 3 : Takeoff]
I know real street n***as, f** the rap game
Strike for a hundred M's on the dice game
Black Corvette, I Forgi my rims and I'm in the fast lane
I got a noise complain because of the way my mockingbirds sing
Pull my Murciélago "mi Guapo!"
Yeah that's my vato sellin' Taco
Get you knocked off and my migo'll chop you
My n***as they psycho, but ride with the rifle
The world full of devils, I'm readin' my bible
You say you the king and I'm takin' your title
You n***as wasn't rappin' like this before Migos
The ruggedest flow, swiper no swiping
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[Verse 4 : Quavo]
They know that we settin' the trend, we come in the rap game
Versace made me take the pot and I threw it away
I'm still connected in the streets
My n***a trapped in the dope game
I still got some n***as locked up in the chain gang
f** the rap game your favorite rapper is bitin' the steelo
Don't think I'm cray when I hop in the car and I 'rari young Guapo
[Hook]