Nerve - Nerve - Rappertag 02 Season 2 lyrics
[Nerve - Nerve - Rappertag 02 Season 2 lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah rapper Tag 2021 uh
Let's go you know who it is it's
That N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E watch for
It n-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Yeah, Rapper Tag (Woo) , yeah
They know I been had the bag (Yeah)
Your shit ain't popping, know that's a drag
(Nah) , this a Subi, not a Cadillac
This a Subi, not a rental
Whip, bruh, I'm saving money
I ain't spending it
Not replying to no messages (Nah)
'cause I'm tryna get these records in
Uh, let's keep this short and sweet
Flow got a pimp lean when it walk on a beat
(On a beat) from the shore to the street, me
And ECB, that's all on repeat, like what?
I was born with this steez
These boys awkward talking all that beef
(Ha)
Like, I don't talk for free, so don't talk
To me if we ain't talking performance fees
Like what? Tryna stack that guap
(What?) , tryna hit that pop
While they all pissed off
(Pissed off) , get up off my cock (What?)
Lips off of my John
Like, "What are you on?"
(Huh?) Me I'm on business
Trips doing business
With the whole clique and shit
But I might just take the night off
Get a room with a chick
Getting up to some kinky shit like
(Uh, uh, uh) baby so frisky, but I
Don't want a commitment
That shit better miss me (Nah)
Filling my pockets with fifties
Got so much energy they think
I'm sniffing the Whitney
Now she all up on my Jimmy
Could'a hit it one more time
But she toxic like Britney
Bitch, I'm addicted to winning
Gimme the victory, illest rapper in my city
() illest rapper in the country
Fuck up the game: Jumanji
(Yeah) , I'm not addicted to money
But I could get used to counting up
All of these fifties and hungees (Ching)
I never used to get all this attention
But now all these people they
Wanting to love me (Uh)
I just don't know who to trust
'cause the next
Minute they could be switching
And tryna rush me, uh
Fuck an intro, I got no
Time, dope on me lone, no cosign
Lemme throw it back, been dope since '09
(Way back)
Lady on my back tryna get me to throw pipe
She told her dad that she fucking a rapper
That's my cue to leave (Yeah)
Hit that shit from the back
Now she pissed off
Yelling at me, 'cause I nut in her weave
All of that hate won't do nuttin' to me
Twitter hands got me laughing crazy
(Ha) , you ain't a gangster, bitch
You a baby i be yelling at 'em
Telling 'em "pay me!" I ain't
Really fuck with anyone lately (Nah)
Bitch, I'm killing it, do the math
Get them figures then I did the dash (Woo)
Gorilla shit, I'm a silverback
Fuck a party, where the business at?
(Yeah)
Fold her in half, now she drunk off the
Dick, hit her with a deep stroke
Get her loving the shit
Now she busting it quick, yelling cusses
Baby chucking a fit chucking a tanty
Now I got a buzz to my name like Andy (Yeah)
Ask how I'm feeling, I tell 'em I'm dandy
I'm on your telly like Billy & Mandy
I'm on your telly like Xbox (What?)
Every track I've done's a 'Best of'
Fred and Wilma, make the bedrock
(Uh) , riding on my wave? Get off
Instrumental make your head knock
(Yeah) , my producer, he the best
If we in the club and
You tryna freestyle on me
I'ma tell you to f off (Fuck off) , bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah you already know who it is
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E i tag JK-47
What's good?