Fuck Tha Rap Game Lyrics

Fuck the rap game, I let the money stack up

Shootin opps up, somebody call backup

Run up on Da Quan, nigga, that's your bad luck

Up this damn AK, will tear your back up

All these opps pussy, man, they need some tampons

Shot an opp three times, he tryna foul me, And1 Ey, I'll rob your whole fam for some Ransom

I'll be chasing to this money, bitch, I dig my leg numb

(Nah, fuck that shit, nigga, you gotta keep going, nigga, I don't give a fuck

Who stop you, nigga, keep going, nigga)

And I'm only 21, A lot of QuanDoggs, like I got a lot of sons

Hot day, bitch, I'm ballin' like the Phoenix Suns

Hope I don't get caught just like LeBron son, hey, shh

And I still got my gun, let's fuck the rap game, man, I do this shit for fun, nigga

Ayy, bitch, I been sellin' dope just like I'm in the 80s

Like I'm finna go to the future, I'm Codiene Krazy

I been puttin' work on this music, I never lazy

Got my Draco, I hold this bitch just like a baby

And I been moving that white girl, I call her Stacy

Fuck her off the perc, this bitch, think I'm Satan

Twenty shots to his back, he think he Gary Payton

I just walked in the club and I'm not even waitin

Count all these dead white men, I'm think I'm racist

Slice your ass up so bad, I'm think I'm Jason

7-6-2 caught em lacking now he's stankin

I'm just tryna get my money up, fuck all that hating

What? Man, these opps still hating

Fah, Fah, Fah, I hope God didn't save em

This chopper would chase your ass like I'm a cop with the tazer

I'm connected everywhere, I'm on your block with a banger

Fuck the rap game, I tell your whole block up

Heard he got killed, claimin' that he shot us

KBS the gang, man, you is not us

Tryna follow me, pussy, you can't spot us

Ayy, Like I'm in a band, I got a chop' with the drum

Up this 4-5-6, finna leave your body numb

If I catch you lackin', boy, you better run it up

Is that your house right there? Shit, I'm finna wet it up

If I lose a bet, bitch, I ain't lettin' up

Look, I got my Ruger, TEC, AK, big drums

Look, I ain't no player, bitch, I ain't Big Pun

Stop all that hate, you better get some money

You better get some money for I bust a cap (on ya ass)

Yeah, I rap good, but I got my strap

I feelin' like Max Payne, I got twin MACs

All that sneak dissin and that won't get your twin back

Fuck the rap game, I'm that still in the trap

I ain't got time for swipe, but I'm still sellin' packs

Wanna sneak diss the quan, I'll get your wife snatched

Your homeboy dead, he can't get his life back

He better fuckin die, he tryna get a life hack

Up this .223 to his body, I will bisect him

I'm on my way to opps block, man, I might pass him

Nah, I had to spin back, cause these opps lackin

Y'all be lyin' on y'all songs, y'all need to stop cappin

Too many Quan Doggs, man, I gotta stop rappin

Feds everywhere, man, I gotta stop trappin

It's fuck the rap game, man, I gotta get active, pussy