Remy Rap

[Intro: Remy Ma] With the def female Let's rap (Remy, Ma) [Verse 1: Remy Ma] No lie, it's only like five females in the game that can really rap Got followers and fame and a name so they thinking that They can now be listed with the spitters, bitch, imagine that They talking 'bout your lace front when I say your shit is wiggity-wack They know what's gon' happen to they ass if Remy on the track And no, I ain't tryna be catty, they know they really lack You assed out without your ass out, and that's really facts But if I say it, I'm a hater, I hear the chitter chat They know that my pen is crazy but they don't wanna give me that Every time I spit some shit, they saying that it's really Pap' Claim I can't make a song but actually that's really cap Had 'em: Conceited, All The Way Up, and Leanin' Back I know they be popping shit, she only hot when Remy crack In my presence, they be on my dick like little jimmy hats Acting like I ain't the reason that these bitches can even rap I'm also the reason y'all know these bitches can't even rap Tried to spread a rumor that I'm ugly, bitch, I'm pretty black Then try to lie and paint an image that I'm really fat Ho, whenever I want, I can thirst trap Only thing fat is these pockets and this motherfuckin' kitty-kat Y'all be on some, "She hit me", so I'ma hit her back I be on some, "She hit me", so now she gettin' clapped Birds of a feather flock together, y'all be in a pack And'll do anything for the cheese, yeah, you been a rat I rap when I wanna, I stopped to have my daughter Was flying PJs while y'all was wearing pajamas And I'm signed to myself so they can't jerk her Done caught more suits and cases than a TSA worker Motherfucker [Verse 2: Rapsody] Daughter of a gun (Ah), I spit it like a bullet (Yeah) That's literary caution, I should win me a Pulitzer (Facts) I don't show cards, I show face without the hoodie up (Fact) Change my perspective, think like L. Boogie does (Uh) I was never late (No) mm, y'all was just early (For real) Never fall short unless the shorts come with jersey (Ball) Life never straight, that bitch hella curvy (Uh) I'm my biggest fan, I wear my shit out like Kirby (Moss) Pi'erre, Pi'erre, yeah I'm bubblin' baby Never switch pockets, only refill 'em like DaBaby Wah-wah, y'all cry, I'm on a different tier (Yeah) We ain't the same, me and you, we got some different fears (Talk) Jerry Lorenzo, this G.O.D. flow (Talk) Word to the North Star, I rep East Coast (East Coast) Road to success come with a bridge like E-Foh (E-Foh) Today they want a pill, but back then it was kilos Why Preemo hit me? 'Cause he know I'm dope (He know I'm dope) Rap like I got a big dick and niggas chokin' Never had an urge to be the wave, I'm the fucking ocean (Real shit) If you can't see that, then you just a blind turtle (Haha) Huh, shell shocked when I hit block-block Niggas know when I rhyme, it sound like a Glock-Glock Ask me where I'm headed, motherfucker, to the top-top Can't rain on my parade, ain't no raindrop, drop [Outro] Remy, Rap Remy, Rap With the def female Let's rap Remy, Rap Remy, Rap With the def female Let's rap