Quavo - f** The Rap Game (Remix) lyrics

[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 [Hook] [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]