[Remy Ma]
With the def female
Let´s rap (Remy, Ma)

[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: Conceded, 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

[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

Remy, Rap
Remy, Rap
With the def female
Let´s rap
Remy, Rap
Remy, Rap
With the def female
Let´s rap