SHCUBAGANGTOYOURBRAINS

Yeah, haha
Yeah what, yeah
I'm a real nigga (Ha)
Trill nigga (Woah)
Real nigga yeah, uh
Okay!

Fuck with a real nigga hard you can't contest the beast
The sheets be filled with blood and a dead bodies
I'll have you mother fuckers on your knees
And begging pleading ima teach, yeah
I'm rocking with rocky I'm not being cocky
But yo bitch give me sloppy toppy, aye
I give her the cream and the toppings
And now she out here calling me Mr. Softy, aye

Will get you effed up like Mr. Crocker
Terminator I don't need no damn chopper
I am not Biggie but I'm a B.I.G Papa
Y'all niggas robots can't get through the captcha
Devilish like bathroom meds
No disrespect get disconnected from your neck
Like Lil Wayne everybody going into a drought
Y'all niggas sold out like the venue we packing out, damn

Hooligans, but we spit the truest
Don't hold back, yo we keep it ruthless (Yo, yo)
Doper than us? Where the proof is?
Upper class, ya still the students
A-Grade flows, ya still the doofus
We in here, yea, we here to do this (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ya on a leash, come here Rufus
Beast wit it, lemme loose kid

Yeah we war ready, yeah we war heavy
We got choppers .40 Cali's an they all deadly
Shcuba fucking gang, to your fucking brains
Shcuba fucking gang, to your fucking brains



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Writer(s): D'andre Smith
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