Scar
No time for discussion you know I be thuggin'
I'm buggin' I'm leaving like three in 'em
If it's up then it's stuck, ain't no time for the bluffin'
These hollows do damage, ain't seeing them
Bitch we playing for keeps, it gets cold in these streets
I be playing the block till like three AM
I be scoping and spinning the block but I pressure like Kobe
Quick up to misleading them
No talking I walk in, I'm buggin' and sparkin', I shook up the room when I look
Fuck it, I'm lurking I'm bending yo block and I'm making it boom when I slide through
Spot em like Waldo I'm buggin' and wallin' and sliding for mines, I'ma find you
Ain't nervous, I'm itchy I'm upping the blick
Catch you outside you'll die too like
I'm outside and I tote me a blick
Like moving too funny I'm clicking the tip
If it's up then I'm letting it rip
Can't be talking the violence this blick holds a dick
When I empty I reload the clip and I talk no assistance
I'm pleading the Fifth
Tell them niggas I'm outside wit' it
If it's up then it's stuck then I'm down wit' it
Yea I'm back on my shit
Talkin' that wok then I'll body yo bitch
Shooting my shot and my shit never miss
Dick in that W.A.P., now she reminisce
Like uh, yeah
You know the vibes
Goonin' and wallin' we mobbin' outside
Uh, yea, you know the vibes
When I'm outside gang finna slide like do sum'n
Tote dat blick better shoot sum'n
I'm too turnt better boom sum'n, move sum'n
I'm not tough I'm gruesome like
I don't throw hands I blick em, fix 'em
You and ya mans are victims, hit 'em
Y'all be out lying like fiction, listen
I hate fake shit, get 'em and hit 'em
Pull up, slide
Now what was you fuck niggas talkin' bout
Hop out, yaaiitee
That's all that you hear when we hoppin' out
Keepin' it shut and I'm going to trial
You stupid, you thinkin' I'm coppin' out
Niggas is fooled and bitches is choosing whoever got it and poppin' out
Nigga who hotter den me
Who workin' harder den me
Who get shit poppin' and have the stage litter than me
Who get shit rockin' like me
Who switch it up, pick it up, rip it up, chop it like me
Sitchy get wick enough
I'm who they hittin' up, hit em up, pull up and pop for the team
Niggas ain't lit up like me
Yaite yaite yaite yaite yaite
Y'all talkin' and cappin' and rapping y'all yapping
And speaking on shit you ain't know about
Y'all talking real tough, but you talking too much
So I'm calling your bluff and I'm showing out
And how you get hit on yo block and ain't spin back
If I got hit would've spun and been back
On your block would've bent that
Started some beef, same day I'ma end that
Spin the block, windows tinted wit' sticks like
Up the glock, once I jump out the roof
Catch 'em slugs, I ain't ducking no goose
Bitch, I aim with my Smith'n and I keep a deuce
Catch me creepin', ain't no pickin' choose right
Came to murda' niggas make the news
Pistol haven drop a lotta food, buss a lotta tools, hold a lotta goons
Hold that pressure, I back out that lemon squeeze
Keep on bussin', these lil niggas envy me
Lift me up, .223 let the semi sneeze
Hop out gang and I'm rocking his murda' tee
Keep it trendy, cause them niggas heard of me
They wanna murda' me, sneaking out first degrees
Ain't no leaving my city come lurk for me
Keep it shiesty, investing in burglaries
I'm buggin' I'm leaving like three in 'em
If it's up then it's stuck, ain't no time for the bluffin'
These hollows do damage, ain't seeing them
Bitch we playing for keeps, it gets cold in these streets
I be playing the block till like three AM
I be scoping and spinning the block but I pressure like Kobe
Quick up to misleading them
No talking I walk in, I'm buggin' and sparkin', I shook up the room when I look
Fuck it, I'm lurking I'm bending yo block and I'm making it boom when I slide through
Spot em like Waldo I'm buggin' and wallin' and sliding for mines, I'ma find you
Ain't nervous, I'm itchy I'm upping the blick
Catch you outside you'll die too like
I'm outside and I tote me a blick
Like moving too funny I'm clicking the tip
If it's up then I'm letting it rip
Can't be talking the violence this blick holds a dick
When I empty I reload the clip and I talk no assistance
I'm pleading the Fifth
Tell them niggas I'm outside wit' it
If it's up then it's stuck then I'm down wit' it
Yea I'm back on my shit
Talkin' that wok then I'll body yo bitch
Shooting my shot and my shit never miss
Dick in that W.A.P., now she reminisce
Like uh, yeah
You know the vibes
Goonin' and wallin' we mobbin' outside
Uh, yea, you know the vibes
When I'm outside gang finna slide like do sum'n
Tote dat blick better shoot sum'n
I'm too turnt better boom sum'n, move sum'n
I'm not tough I'm gruesome like
I don't throw hands I blick em, fix 'em
You and ya mans are victims, hit 'em
Y'all be out lying like fiction, listen
I hate fake shit, get 'em and hit 'em
Pull up, slide
Now what was you fuck niggas talkin' bout
Hop out, yaaiitee
That's all that you hear when we hoppin' out
Keepin' it shut and I'm going to trial
You stupid, you thinkin' I'm coppin' out
Niggas is fooled and bitches is choosing whoever got it and poppin' out
Nigga who hotter den me
Who workin' harder den me
Who get shit poppin' and have the stage litter than me
Who get shit rockin' like me
Who switch it up, pick it up, rip it up, chop it like me
Sitchy get wick enough
I'm who they hittin' up, hit em up, pull up and pop for the team
Niggas ain't lit up like me
Yaite yaite yaite yaite yaite
Y'all talkin' and cappin' and rapping y'all yapping
And speaking on shit you ain't know about
Y'all talking real tough, but you talking too much
So I'm calling your bluff and I'm showing out
And how you get hit on yo block and ain't spin back
If I got hit would've spun and been back
On your block would've bent that
Started some beef, same day I'ma end that
Spin the block, windows tinted wit' sticks like
Up the glock, once I jump out the roof
Catch 'em slugs, I ain't ducking no goose
Bitch, I aim with my Smith'n and I keep a deuce
Catch me creepin', ain't no pickin' choose right
Came to murda' niggas make the news
Pistol haven drop a lotta food, buss a lotta tools, hold a lotta goons
Hold that pressure, I back out that lemon squeeze
Keep on bussin', these lil niggas envy me
Lift me up, .223 let the semi sneeze
Hop out gang and I'm rocking his murda' tee
Keep it trendy, cause them niggas heard of me
They wanna murda' me, sneaking out first degrees
Ain't no leaving my city come lurk for me
Keep it shiesty, investing in burglaries
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Writer(s): Kevin Straub
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