f*ck Rappers lyrics

[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
f*ck rappers, ban 'em like flavored Dutch Masters
Your cuts after I listen to 'em with much laughter
Champagne slush, my campaign crush
Groovin'; powder Peruvian, black Nubian maneuver
I'm like Max Julien to cougars, with more racks than Hooters
Wasn't for rap, I'd prob'ly be head of the pack
Pass the straps to shooters
Pockets lackin' Gouda, that's when n*ggas pack the Ruger
I caught a cool run, my crew runs sh*t, Hilltop Hustling logic
Rock your pillbox, I still got a couple of projects
n*ggas can't f*ck with my accomplishments
The Don is supreme sonic, Ebonic, speaking in phonics
Reminiscent of hand-to-hand, runnin' for big knots
Now it's G&Gs all over my silk top
Amongst trappers, in the cuts, we clutch clappers
Ain't another n*gga dapper, n*gga, f*ck rappers

[Verse 2: Willie The Kid]
f*ck rappers, n*ggas '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 savior
For all the rest of y'all I gotta bomb, Jaeger
Especially you rappers, f*ck all of y'all
I'll fast-forward them backwards, sick chiropractor
I'm hot like the sand out in Cairo, a pyro
Maniac, a klepto, brainiac, I'm zany
Poppin' like a Xanny, declare war, Cheney
My ho is like Claire Huxtable, hard lustable
All these rap n*ggas gassed up, combustible
Feminine internet n*ggas, f*cking 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
[Verse 3: Fashawn]
You know what? f*ck rappers
We puff-puff-pass 'em, turn n*ggas to blunt ashes
Consider me retro and vintage
I'm blowin' 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 sh*t, cause thorough is how I keep it
n*ggas know, every block every borough, it ain't a secret
Flow rare like the first mural or 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