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nerve (aus) - nerve - rapper tag season 2 #2 lyrics

[intro]
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

[verse]
yeah, rapper tag (woo), yeah, they know i been had the bag (yeah)
your sh+t 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 st++z, 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 p+ssed off (p+ssed off), get up off my c+ck (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 sh+t
but i might just take the night off, get a room with a chick, getting up to some hickey sh+t like (uh, uh, uh)
baby so frisky, but i don’t want a commitment, that sh+t 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
b+tch, i’m addicted to winning, gimme the victory, illest rapper in my city
illest rapper in the country, f+ck 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
f+ck 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 f+cking a rapper, that’s my cue to leave (yeah)
hit that sh+t from the back, now she p+ssed 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, b+tch, you a baby
i be yelling at ’em, telling ’em “pay me!” i ain’t really f+ck with anyone lately (nah)
b+tch, i’m k!lling it, do the math, get them figures then i did the dash
gorilla sh+t, i’m a silverback, f+ck a party, where the business at? (yeah)
fold her in half, now she drunk off the d+ck, hit her with a deep stroke, get her loving the sh+t
[?] 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 (f+ck off), b+tch
[outro]
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?

- nerve aus lyrics

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