The Big Wemes by The Rant (Big Murk and Yung Loaf) Lyrics
[Verse]
Get this, uh
Spit it fast like I’m running track on em
Seven tracks done been talking smack on em
Simple math done it I subtract on em
Click the flash, dumping hot trash on em
Define hype
Boo u looking stupid in the limelight
Rhyme tight, engine rev turbo for the red light
Despicable pictures another street fight, shit don't ever seem right, 50/50/50/50/50 just might
It’s cool
Flow so smooth
It’s kinda like I done flown out the roof
I’m on the boof
We in the booth
The sweetest tooth, the meanest truth, the juice is loose
The cosmo wanda kinda poof, the kinda walls you falling through
Got the option what to do
Try to stop my stance I do my dance but feet are glued
Yet I’m still wavy
I ain’t even said but it’s crazy
You ain’t even do it on the daily
I won’t even do it less you pay me
Really tryna act as if they made me
Burn em they gon need some damn saline
That’s the kinda shit I been on lately
And how you don’t know how to kick it but you stay?
Wishing you could stick it to the fake
Issa no-cap debate, giving her a damn accolade
What you do when rumors outdate?
What you do when hitting up her phone and she just hit you wit a K?
Speak on behalf of the great
But do it for your own fucking sake
Say it wasn’t worth the damn wait but now you rant until you spitting out your food and throwin plates
This the kinda flow that make it hard for them to hate, this the kinda heat that’s making bread feel like it’s cake
Get this, young phenomenon
Shaping like a polygon
Say shit I’ll be gone so long, wonder why they ramble on
Dissipate the radiation from a fucking atom bomb
Major statement making martyrs mighty strong when called upon
Nonchalantly flaunting for the women with the lexicon
I violently murder the song never tell me you think that I’m wrong
Regardless I been rolling hotter than whoever you done came with
Try to tell me they don’t know my name is
Nameless, faceless, we be fucking out here looking shameless
Typa face to Instagram a product for the placement
Not the kind of soul that’s made of stainless
Not the kind of people who it’s best that you remain with
Same shit, you live, and I do too, new shit my new truth: the rant
Get this, uh
Spit it fast like I’m running track on em
Seven tracks done been talking smack on em
Simple math done it I subtract on em
Click the flash, dumping hot trash on em
Define hype
Boo u looking stupid in the limelight
Rhyme tight, engine rev turbo for the red light
Despicable pictures another street fight, shit don't ever seem right, 50/50/50/50/50 just might
It’s cool
Flow so smooth
It’s kinda like I done flown out the roof
I’m on the boof
We in the booth
The sweetest tooth, the meanest truth, the juice is loose
The cosmo wanda kinda poof, the kinda walls you falling through
Got the option what to do
Try to stop my stance I do my dance but feet are glued
Yet I’m still wavy
I ain’t even said but it’s crazy
You ain’t even do it on the daily
I won’t even do it less you pay me
Really tryna act as if they made me
Burn em they gon need some damn saline
That’s the kinda shit I been on lately
And how you don’t know how to kick it but you stay?
Wishing you could stick it to the fake
Issa no-cap debate, giving her a damn accolade
What you do when rumors outdate?
What you do when hitting up her phone and she just hit you wit a K?
Speak on behalf of the great
But do it for your own fucking sake
Say it wasn’t worth the damn wait but now you rant until you spitting out your food and throwin plates
This the kinda flow that make it hard for them to hate, this the kinda heat that’s making bread feel like it’s cake
Get this, young phenomenon
Shaping like a polygon
Say shit I’ll be gone so long, wonder why they ramble on
Dissipate the radiation from a fucking atom bomb
Major statement making martyrs mighty strong when called upon
Nonchalantly flaunting for the women with the lexicon
I violently murder the song never tell me you think that I’m wrong
Regardless I been rolling hotter than whoever you done came with
Try to tell me they don’t know my name is
Nameless, faceless, we be fucking out here looking shameless
Typa face to Instagram a product for the placement
Not the kind of soul that’s made of stainless
Not the kind of people who it’s best that you remain with
Same shit, you live, and I do too, new shit my new truth: the rant