Fake Rappers - Young Scooter

Come to little Mexico you won’t survive

Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies

I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house

Don’t know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it

I’m bout to put you rappers in the jugg house

See if you can work a scale, or work a block

You ain’t from the streets so why you rap about it

Fake rappers wouldn’t last a day on my block

Fake rappers, welcome to my jugg house

Do you really live that life you rappin` bout

I know you don’t, so what the fuck you talkin` bout

36 O`s, and them bells, come and cash-out

I dun seen a lot, out them dirty pots

You know yo shit gonna flop if you don’t touch that block

Them falcon`s flew in, you know they came in flock

Word on the streets, you rappers ain’t got no guap

Word to my momma I rap what I’m bout

One day shawty they goin` hand it out

Straight from the booth to the jugg house

Nigga you just rappin, I just flood the drought

Them folk`s hit the corner nig` what would you do

I ain’t talkin bout the police but the robbin' crew

He dun lost his budd man that nigga through

House full of pounds I just ran threw

We put that L.A. Reid money in the trap

Free band we plugged up, we got packs-on-packs

Them black migo`s jugs a whole lot of racks

The streets vouching for me all across the map

You can hear it in my voice, that I’m from the trap

Everyday you know I jug a different pack

I put you on the row see if you make it back

It’s too much pressure for him he won’t survive the trap

Fake Rappers wouldn’t last a day on my block

(Word on the streets these rappers ain’t got no guap)

Fake Rappers wouldn’t last a day on my block