Fuck Rappers - Planet Asia, Willie the Kid, Fashawn

Fuck rappers, ban 'em like flavored Dutch Masters

Your cuts after I listen to 'em with much laughter

Champagne slush my campaign Krush

Grooving, powder Peruvian, black Nubian manoeuver

I’m like Max Julien to Cougars, with more racks than Hooters

Wasn’t for rap I’d probably be head of the pack

Pass the straps to shooters

Pockets lacking Gouda, that’s when niggas pack the Ruger

I caught a cool run, my crew runs shit, Hilltop Hustling logic

Rock your pillbox, I still got a couple of projects

Niggas can’t fuck with my accomplishments

The Don is supreme sonic, Ebonic, speaking in phonics

Reminiscing on hand to hand, running from big knots

Now it’s G&Gs all over my silk top

Amongst trappers, in the cuts we clutch clappers

Ain’t another nigga die for nigga, fuck rappers

Fuck rappers, niggas 'posed to been dead

Bled through the Band-Aid, I’m Pinhead

Hell raising, I lay blades Clive Barker and Wes Craven

My neck’s craving, I savor the flavor

It’s savoir faire save my fear for the saviour

For all the rest of y’all I got a bomb, Jaeger

Especially you rappers, fuck all of y’all

Fast forward then backwards, sick chiropractor

I’m hot like the sand out in Cairo, a pyro

Maniac, a klepto, braniac I’m zany

Pop it like a Xanie, declare war, Cheney

My ho is like Claire Huxtable, hard lustable

All these rap niggas gassed up, combustible

Feminine internet niggas, fucking weirdos

Me and Planet Asia like Albert Anastasia

But we Asiatic, original fabric

Never fabricated, ain’t got it, never had it

Used to play ball now you want to be a rapper

You know what, fuck rappers

We puff puff past 'em, turn niggas to blunt ashes

Consider me retro and vintage

I’m blowing dro out in Venice

A role model and my role is simple

That’s captivate your soul and control your mental

Teach you how to hold a pistol

Go to Nobu and order the whole menu

Glow like I wrote it with a solid gold pencil

G shit, cause thorough is how I keep it

Niggas know, every block every borough, it ain’t a secret

Flow rare like the first hair on a Mona Lisa

Check your intellect cause you’re in front of a teacher

I roll the kind of reefer that’ll give you amnesia

Don’t believe it well roll up a gram and have a damn seizure