Nerve
Nerve - Rappertag #02 | Season 2
[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 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, coulda 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
[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?