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Fecha de emisión: 12.05.2021
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scru cypher 3 with 120 people |
I am on her page like a stalker |
Stop talking, you’re a goner, I won’t take your offers |
Twenty-four bottles down, that’s not what I taught her |
Pills sitting on top of her dresser, I wanna caress her |
I showed my diamonds to my mama, I’m a flexer |
Took the call three times, knowing you would get hurt |
We going up, love how you’re not showing up |
I tell myself I’m glowing up, don’t tell me how to run this shit |
You make me wanna throw up |
I need options, don’t tell me what the cost is |
This my house, don’t need a brochure |
Why the fuck would I be knockin'? |
Fuckin' belong in a moshpit |
I’m broke and discarded |
Keep my bullets by my hip |
'Cause I know everyone could jock it |
I remember when I lost it, I don’t wanna lose you |
Remember when they talk shit, fuckin' one these niggas target |
I’m the one that’s toxic, I’m the one that loves you |
I’m the one that gave up, I don’t wanna haunt you |
Don’t talk in circles, 'cause I know that |
I know it’s over |
Won’t last forever |
I know, I’m tired of that |
Saying we should kick back 'til I’m missin' you |
But I wouldn’t ask to |
Girl, I wouldn’t ask you |
This feels like play pretend |
They like how I walk in, testin' all the options |
Been in my bag for a minute, I just lost it |
And sixty-four bullets turn you to a coffin |
And they’re all in my head, but they don’t talk often |
I’m-I'm lost, it’s so hard to forget |
It’s different, baby, you’re better off dead |
I’m takin' care of these sheep like a vet |
We talk, we talk, we goin' up |
I love how you’re not showin' up |
I hate how it’s just all that I think about |
And it’s just got me throwin' up |
Yeah, they was talking, boy, I had nothin', now I’m getting somethin' |
Lil' shawty, she want me, yeah, she want the hundreds, but I can’t give it up |
And I can’t show you love, and that is not my fault |
I wish I never fucked with you 'cause I was standin' tall |
I really showed you all the world, you wasn’t callin' me (Callin' me) |
I got your friends and they is all on me (All on me) |
Remember that you was the one, now you actin' like an enemy |
Shawty, you dead to me, but you move heavenly |
I need options, don’t tell me what the cost is |
This my house, don’t need a brochure |
Why the fuck would I be knockin'? |
Fuckin' belong in a moshpit |
I’m broke and discarded |
Keep my bullets by my hip |
'Cause I know everyone could jock it |
I remember when I lost it, I don’t wanna lose you |
Remember when they talk shit, fuckin' one these niggas target |
I’m the one that’s toxic, I’m the one that loves you |
I’m the one that gave up, I don’t wanna haunt you |
Yeah, I gotta get my bag, I-I know you’re mad |
Haha, you get stabbed, like with my blade |
You say that I’m trash, but if I’m trash |
How do I hear tags, pull off in L. A |
O-o-options, I’m out of options |
W-why you talkin' down? W-w-why you oppin'? |
Bi-bi-bitch, like I’m a spy, I ain’t coughin' |
Yeah, you toxic, y-y-yeah, you caustic |
Smoke a blunt to the face |
That shit put you in your place |
Yeah, this Glock gon' catch a case |
And that shit ain’t got no grace |
And my bullets gonna graze |
Bitch, we end it in a chase |
Bitch, you act like a disgrace |
Off the map, you is erased |
'Cause I’m back again, smoking pack again |
Bitch, I’m in my zen, bitch, where is your men? |
When we pullin' up you ain’t got a plan |
Smokin' pack, smokin' pack, you just is a fan |
Hold the bag one time, now she know she wanna fuck with me |
Damn, we only counted cash one time |
Why the fuck she so obsessed with me? |
Get me on your remedy, tired of only killin' this |
Hope you know you’re not a friend of me, don’t you turn into my enemy |
Thought I told you, thought I told you, caught me cautious |
drip I walk in 'cause now the camera locked in |
Thought I told you, thought I told you, caught me cautious |
drip I walk in 'cause now the camera locked in |
Got a problem, we can solve 'em (Solve 'em) |
I ain’t see a fuckin' problem, we ain’t solve nothin' |
I ain’t talkin' to yo ass 'cause you look dumb |
And they always hate me, but I’m not the one |
Pack 'em down, let it go, and they lyin', that’s fo' sure |
Pack it down for the road, I can’t let her go |
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know where to go |
I don’t know who to show |
I’m feelin' like a psycho |
Feels like I got somethin' new, uh |
I’m dizzy, gonna throw up |
I’m gettin' suicidal |
I’m feelin' like it’s not enough |
But lately I’ve been goin' up |
But I’ve been wanting more |
Even though this is just for fun |
I’m in love with the coco |
I’m in love with the coke |
Fifty in my coat |
Talkin' down on the gang, grippin' poles |
Th-throw it up, if you want it, out it on my payroll |
Stackin' up bands, my shit it gon' stay cold |
Hundreds of bullets gon' fly at you, leave your body cold |
CEO, they do shit 'cause I say so |
I feel like countin' all my bands 'cause I’m just startin' out |
Fuckin' for a fan, I got better shit to do |
Put the light there, I’ma show 'em what it do |
I gave up what I had and I just never thought that you could come back |
I run away, I count the blues and yeah, I thumb through the stacks |
I don’t care what she says 'cause she don’t really know how to act |
I wanna get away, I wanna really never go back |
I flee the scene after bustin' his brain (Man, I’m finna whip this ho) |
Got my choppa and I’m going to spray |
Ow, ow, ow, his family’s screamin' on his name |
I don’t really care what you say, I didn’t come here to play |
You ain’t came here with your gang |
Y’all better all go out in vain |
I know that I’m right |
So I know you just want to lie |
So I know you didn’t do me right |
So I know there’s more than meets the eye |
Yeah, well I’m better off now |
You never came around, so when you did, I left the ground |
Woah, I still hate the sound |
I went out and bought a pound, I’m not trying to fuck around |
Holed into the room, I’m out of options |
I’ll show you locked down, throw you in the moshpit |
T-t-touch down, ho, my money in a spiral |
T-t-touch down, ho, my money in a spiral |
She took my heart in a bag, give it back |
I think I’m done, well, fuck all that |
You play too much, I’m done with you |
I’m never gon' pick you over the crew |
Fuck you, all the things you do |
Can’t mess with a bitch that act like you |
You had my heart, took the bag |
You stabbed it up, so fuck all that |
And I’m throwin' up the bands, talkin' all that mess |
Homie, we can throw these hands, nigga really mad |
'Cause I do my money dance, fuck up on his bitch |
Yeah, I put her in a trance, trance, yeah |
You a pussy, you a lame |
Bitch, stay in yo lane, sendin' bullets to your brain (Pew, pew) |
And we let that choppa bang and I’m sippin' out this cup (Bow) |
Sippin' on this mud, on that purple drank (Purple drank) |
Bitch, I tote a K, don’t you dare get in my way (Yeah) |
Keep this Glocky on my waist and this Glocky finna bang |
Yeah, I swear I shine the same |
And you know how it feels, shit, go insane |
Can you chill out scream your name |
I need to fight, go away |
Fell in love with the bands 'cause you been had me fucked up |
Bad bitch a black hole with the way I get sucked up |
Fat blunt in my hand like the opps, it get smoked up |
All these voices in my head, I swear they won’t shut up |
Three bands on me |
Walk around the store, off a oxy |
Yeah, they are mad, stalking you too when they told me |
I don’t wanna talk, please don’t call me |
Used to be down, but I’m up now |
Scruff and the boys score a touchdown |
We gon' pop you like some bubblegum |
We talkin' shit, so what the fuck is up? |
Why you always talkin' 'bout my past? |
Bitch, I’m in a fuckin' race and I ain’t ever comin' last |
I won’t ever fuckin' fall, bitch, I’m in my ride (Yeah) |
I can’t take your fuckin' calls, bitch, I’m in my flight (Yeah), yeah, yeah, |
yeah, yeah (Woah) |
She said, «Plante, you my fantasy,» baby, that’s a tragedy |
I’m panickin', feelin' the blow like Anakin |
Soundin' so saddenin', I can’t keep the candle lit |
I don’t want to handle it, phone calls like a mannequin |
Story of my life |
I take her home |
I drive all night |
To keep her warm |
And time is frozen |
A-a-and you make me feel some type of way |
All my thoughts drownin' in the pain |
I swear you’re not the fuckin' same |
You know that I say it every way |
I don’t wanna leave |
This loneliness is a toll on me and I’m payin' the fee |
Don’t wanna have to explain all of the thoughts in my brain |
You’ve got me goin' insane and I’m fallin' away |
They like how I walk in, testin' all the options |
Been in my bag for a minute, I just lost it |
And sixty-four bullets turn you to a coffin |
And they’re all in my head, but they don’t talk often |
I’m-I'm lost, it’s so hard to forget |
It’s different, baby, you’re better off dead |
I’m takin' care of these sheep like a vet |
We talk, we talk, we goin' up |
I love how you’re not showin' up |
I hate how it’s just all that I think about |
And it’s just got me throwin' up |
Still send me out, I’m out of time (Time) |
And now my heart is beatin' fast, I’m gonna flatline (Flatline) |
And sixty-four bullets, that’s a whole stack (Whole stack) |
Left him in the past, he’s a throwback (He's a throwback) |
Damn, man, this shit don’t feel the same |
How you gon' break my heart and then gon' tell me it’s okay? |
But it’s fine, baby, doin' cyphers with the gang |
I ain’t even really like shawty, I like the brain |
I-I-I've been smokin' on the dope inside my bathroom |
I-I-I'm so high, maybe you could smell the gas fumes |
Shut up bitch, yeah, I don’t really like you |
Heard you talkin' on the gang, I’ma snipe you |
Shooting at your feet, make you a dancer |
Told that boy to stop, you the one who runs with opps |
I’m the one who runs the block |
I’m the one who’s with yo bitch, yeah, she steady givin' top |
She took her dress off like we just left prom |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
She gon' suck up on my dick, she gon' swallow all my kids |
She gon' get inside the mix, she gets so excited |
I’m the one, yeah, shawty want me |
Toolie in my lap and it’s causin' nosebleeds |
Wanna take |
Can’t stop me, we gon' have to crash your party |
I thought you don’t wanna me |
Automatic make 'em brainstorm me (Sit through it) |
Pull up with the Glock and a scope |
Aimin' with them choppas, yeah, we aimin' at your nose |
Yeah, I’m sick of all these hoes, and I’m countin' up this dough |
I can’t do this anymore |
Lager got me throwin' up, we blowin' up, we skrrting in the dash, yeah |
Shout-out IAMDEAD, no, CURE is not no passing fad, yeah |
In the end there ain’t no way that I could let you pass, yeah |
Brand new BMW, we sparkin', now we crashed, yeah (Crash, crash) |
Bitch, I’m a fuckin' duck |
But don’t get me wrong, bitch, yeah, I’ll fuck you up |
I roll a blunt, police pullin' up, I had to run home |
And she be playin' games, got me thinkin' different things |
Yeah, she’s talkin' to me, then I’m fuckin' ghosted for a week |
I’m with Scruff, we lookin' gorgeous, baby, I’m important |
Step inside the whip with my fuckin' foreigns |
I smell fuckin' with some shit when I’m recordin' |
Why don’t you just text me in the morning? |
Sendin' shots to your head |
Fuck with us, you end up dead |
I cannot deal with this stress |
Oh my God, I’m such a mess |
I’m so full of insecurities |
But I can’t talk about 'em |
So I’m makin' all these songs |
But they won’t solve my problems |
I’ve been tryna make a better life (Just for me and you) |
Wonderin' if you’re the one who lied (I don’t have a clue) |
I just wanna shrivel up and die (And just make anew) |
Too much shit’s been cloggin' up my mind (Cannot tell what’s true) |
Candice this, Candice that |
Can this bitch just love me back? |
Why can’t I go back in time? |
This feel like Project Almanac |
Don’t worry, I’ll forget someday |
Keep smokin' on your fuckin' pack |
What can I do to make you stay? |
That’s indecisive, roll it back |
I don’t need the noose, I don’t need your |
And she pulling onto |
I was sad, you can do this again |
You’re just a pussy boy |
Yeah, they was talking, boy, I had nothin', now I’m getting somethin' |
Lil' shawty, she want me, yeah, she want the hundreds, but I can’t give it up |
And I can’t show you love, and that is not my fault |
I wish I never fucked with you 'cause I was standin' tall |
I really showed you all the world, you wasn’t callin' me (Callin' me) |
I got your friends and they is all on me (All on me) |
Remember that you was the one, now you actin' like an enemy |
Shawty, you dead to me, but you move heavenly |
Ayy, you’re a weak girl |
On Twitter, you tweet it up, you’re so weird, just fuck off |
In real life you walk it off since you wanna talk it off |
At my house, I park my car, then I’m gonna drop you off |
Y-y-you can tell by the way that I walk up in the function |
Everybody starin', know I’m up to something |
A-a-all that talk, but we know that you is bluffin' |
Yeah, we know you ain’t on shit, yeah, we know you ain’t on nothin' |
Don’t wanna do it, but I hit 'em with a quick swipe |
With your girl and I fucked that bitch all night |
Smokin', smokin' blunts 'til the sunrise |
Yeah, I do it just to feel right |
(French) |
maintenant, j’suis balisé |
Ils passent leur temps à juger les gens |
Et j’sais très bien que j’suis pas comme eux |
Mais j’fais pas d’effort, j’vais pas aller |
J’te promets qu’j’essaie d’aller mieux |
Et que j’pourrai faire des progrès si on est deux |
De tes efforts, il m’en faut juste un peu |
T’sais qu’j’m’en fou d’elles, elles sont toutes dégueux |
Can you stop talkin' to me? |
I’ve been runnin' around the hallways thinkin' 'bout you |
And I try to do my best, but I’m fallin' down |
I know that I’m fast, I can slow it down |
They like how I walk in, testin' all the options |
Been in my bag for a minute, I just lost it |
And sixty-four bullets turn you to a coffin |
And they’re all in my head, but they don’t talk often |
I’m-I'm lost, it’s so hard to forget |
It’s different, baby, you’re better off dead |
I’m takin' care of these sheep like a vet |
We talk, we talk, we goin' up |
I love how you’re not showin' up |
I hate how it’s just all that I think about |
And it’s just got me throwin' up |
Fuck this bitch, you already know |
If he talk down, then I’ll knock down his door |
I cannot, I’m pretty, I feel like |
Out my face, lil' bitch, I want |
She listen to my songs, she like it’s bustin' down her stereo |
Put my mask on, bite your neck just like I’m Dio (Ayy) |
Off the deep end like I’m doa, stack chips like it’s Frito-Lay |
Yu Narukami how I’m jumpin' through the TV |
Like a banshee, bitch, I’m screamin' (Ayy) |
My sword will sweep him off his feet, okay |
Go, uh, go, uh, I’ve been on a roll, uh |
Jumpin' through the air like a TF2 soldier |
Got his ass on sonar, strike him like a cobra |
Hit him in his solar plexus, put him in a folder (Haha) |
Xaotix on a roll, so you know I got the dope |
I’ve been movin' on, fuck those two-faced hoes |
Scruff Cypher 3, 'bout to stop this show |
We all comin' up, watch our enemies fall |
I got fifty, I don’t finish the assignments |
Finals comin' up, they start make me suicidal |
I hit up Scruff, now I’m doin' this cypher |
Fuck school, that shit ain’t worth to die for |
I can’t live like this no more |
I wan' leave this fuckin' town |
I don’t wanna see your face no more |
I will slam you through the fuckin' door |
Take a sip, I remember when you left the bottle |
Get a grip, no, this ain’t any harder to swallow |
Take a trip, go unload the clip |
I’ll see you on the other side, at least you can say that you tried |
Oh, lil' bitch, yeah, we throw it up |
and we’re pullin' up |
Shawty, I fuck with you |
And I just wanna see you |
Can I have that money, you don’t |
I’m pullin' up with a bitch (Yeah), hittin' you with a stick (Yeah) |
Talkin' shit and you’re gonna get hit (Oh no) |
I stick to my .40, callin' it a blick (Yeah) |
You people don’t know me a hundred percent (Yeah) |
Got-got a mouse and I gave it a click (Yeah) |
Hang with your girl, callin' her my bitch (Yeah) |
This friendship’s now over, now I gotta dip (Bye) |
I walked in 'cause you know that’s how we comin' |
We don’t really give a fuck because we know that you bluffin' |
And if we pull up, we bust in, we ain’t talkin' 'bout nothin' |
If we see your ass runnin', I’ma push on a button |
And I don’t really care if I fuckin' die |
I don’t give a fuck, but I’m gonna stay alive |
If you stay tonight, yeah, I can stand a try |
There ain’t no better time, I’ll take your shit, it’s mine |
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch, I fuck in the back of the truck |
I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm on her OnlyFans, yeah |
Shawty so bad, I make her mad, yeah |
Yes, she lovin' on her knees |
She said, «Fuck the movie,» so I hit her from the back, yeah |
Bitch, we only goin' up, talk a lot, not showin' up |
Always said you’re down to ride but lately you don’t fuck with us |
Girl, you know I miss you, I don’t know the issue |
Can’t think of a bar, so I wanna say Scruff is cute |
Tehehe to my tummy-ummy-ummy |
Why you dressed so goddamn bummy? |
I do as I please and you do as you need |
So get on to your knees and suck up on my seed |
I said don’t talk to me |
Wish I go viral |
Since you wanna fly off |
Fuck your bitch by the drywall |
I won’t turn the lights off |
You were never my type at all |
I said don’t talk to me |
Wish I go viral |
Since you wanna fly off |
Fuck your bitch by the drywall |
I won’t turn the lights off |
You were never my type at all |
You got me cryin' out, but I don’t really fuckin' care |
And even if I loved you, never took you places, stop and stare |
I can’t even question that nobody’s really ever there |
I’m fuckin' on your friends, I know you really never ever cared |
I was outside |
Chasin' all the butterflies |
Beanie Babies on my side |
You might want to |
They like how I walk in, testin' all the options |
Been in my bag for a minute, I just lost it |
And sixty-four bullets turn you to a coffin |
And they’re all in my head, but they don’t talk often |
I’m-I'm lost, it’s so hard to forget |
It’s different, baby, you’re better off dead |
I’m takin' care of these sheep like a vet |
We talk, we talk, we goin' up |
I love how you’re not showin' up |
I hate how it’s just all that I think about |
And it’s just got me throwin' up |
I feel like countin' all my bands 'cause I’m just throwing up |
Fuckin' for a fan, I got better shit to do |
Put the light there, I’ma show 'em what it do |
(jacy) |
C-c-cut 'em off like a switchblade |
Going up, young star, that’s my nickname |
UFO, you know it’s us, outer space, glowing up |
Shining with the moon, bitch, you know what’s up |
That boy turnt (Turnt), shots to his head |
That boy runnin', he be runnin', he be playin' with the lead |
Pli-plo-plow, pow-pow, who’s talkin now? (Now) |
Heard that boy was talkin' so we came to shut him down |
I feel like a dog 'cause I’m chewin' on a bone |
He ain’t got no funny bone |
And I bought some chips up at the store (Yeah) |
You can catch me with my dog posted up in Bowerstone |
Lately I’ve been throwin' my opps up in a blunt |
I can’t keep singin' all these love songs, I’ve had enough |
Gotta show out on these niggas, can’t be a scrub |
But they won’t understand, I feel like Scruff |
Cuttin' out my heart, yeah, I don’t want it |
Sell it to the nurse, make a profit |
Makin' money moves, so I keep walkin' |
Countin' these bands, they keep talkin' |
I just wanna be so memorable |
But it’s tough when you don’t got a long temporal |
And sometimes I just wanna fly |
Icarus fell, but there wasn’t no fight |
Burn your wings, but there isn’t no light |
And there’s no wind, but I can try |
Yeah, I walked into med-bay, now you’re headless |
Turn the cameras off so he can’t see me ventin' |
Killin' every crewmate, I’m relentless |
Yeah, you were my sussy baka, now you’re deaded |
Can’t hear what she said |
but your shawty gave me head last night |
I don’t need her 'til next time |
COVID-19 motherfuckin' got me |
talkin' all that shit |
It can get so toxic, I’m just doin' my thing |
I’m just doin' my dance, gonna get a fuckin' |
I don’t give a fuck about these kids, now I’m a monster |
What you think I don’t want |
I’ll take you out to lunch |
Chomp, chomp, on the gang, take a bite out, I’ma munch |
Put that lil' boy in his coffin, he know he a target |
Always tryna chat all on my bitch |
I got diamonds on my body, his bitch on my body |
He know she not talkin', he know that she gon' ride me |
Just got the passport, let’s go |
Hop out with a MAC-10, shots to your dome |
Put you in a casket for talkin' loud |
Put you in a casket for talkin' loud |
Throwin' rocks at your window |
We take a walk, share headphones |
Take a pic with your flip phone |
Then I start to miss you when I’m not at home |
Money all up on my wrists |
Don’t want you to talk shit |
Flyer than you, you know what it is |
You say it’s all my fault, I don’t want it |
Paper chase, get the bag |
If I don’t like you, then I run it |
We gon' get that bag, we gon' get it anyways |
I’ma shoot it in his, shoot it at his face |
Me and Scruff in the back, bitch, you already know |
And she fuck with the team, yeah, that bitch is a ho |
Walk in the party, off them tablets, yeah (Shut up, Rxge) |
Shawty, don’t hit me up, I’m off of the acid |
I’m with Scruff on the beat and I’m feelin' like a savage (Poyo) |
You gon' run up on us and you gonna face these hat tricks |
It’s all I think about |
Say I’m fine, honestly, I can’t figure it out |
Pa-pass the loud |
Tell that bitch we’re up next, make my day ones proud |
Put some money on the table |
It’s like one hundred thousand K |
And I been runnin' on a mission |
I’m just tryna get away, but it’s okay |
Yeah, I know that, wait, where my phone at? |
You look so mad right now, where your hoes at? |
Sleepin' on the floor, my life is such a messy game |
I keep ignorin' all your calls, I can’t see straight |
I’m so tired of this shit, I sleep under the stairs |
I can’t stand up, I’ll hit my head, it seems like nobody cares |
Money on me, I throw it up, I don’t really give no fucks |
Ayy, real quick, I love you Scruff |
Talkin' on my bros and you gon' die, die, die, die |
Makarov, I hit him in his eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes |
I’m, but I had to |
You need to, you don’t want to |
You need, somebody had to |
I’m behind you, hold you, I’m in front of you, hold you |
I wanna feel you, girl, I wanna feel you |
I’m addicted to the things that I’m not used to |
All these people, but I’m still afraid to lose you |
I get these, got me feelin' like a loose screw |
And I’m just tryna make it work |
Uh, and when they talk up on my name |
I don’t wanna play this fuckin' game |
Don’t talk too much man, I’ve been watching all the same |
They got to my brain |
It just got me throwin' up, I’ma hit you with that backtalk |
And I don’t care what your dad bought |
And you fuck up with your bad thoughts |
So I don’t give a fuck, left hook then I fuckin' duck |
Flex on you with a hundred bucks |
You fall down, boy, you fuckin' rough |
Walk around in the store now |
All these drugs they got me throwin' up |
I get this cash and count it up |
You sad, you mad, you bad as fuck |
I’m in first, you running late, can’t catch up |
Oh, oh, oh |
I can’t lie, it got me pissed off |
I can’t stress over that bitch and all her missed calls |
Told you that you talk a lot, I think you need to talk less |
Shooting at your chest, them fucking bullets leave you topless |
Oh, you were wastin' my time |
I been feelin' sick, yeah, I been feelin' so out of line |
Smokin' big blunts 'cause I’m feelin' myself-self |
Bitch, don’t get way too attached |
You can’t tell me what I can and what I cannot have |
If you need attention then go find another man |
'Cause I’m a fucking loner and I don’t think I can, yeah, yeah |
And this shit got me sick, I be throwin' up |
And I got a pint on my counter, watch me pour it up |
I’m needing time, but I haven’t decided |
When I will give in, but I’ll try to fight it |
P-p-pourin' up some, that’s that purple in my cup |
Scruff gon' hit me up, then we swerve the Bentley truck |
Bitches say they hate me, but they cannot get enough |
Doin' all the juice, I might just double up |
(halo) |
Never gave a fuck (Fuck) |
I just signed my death wish, I’m in VC, I’m with Scruff |
And I’m with clip and fuckin'— |
Trilogy, all accolades like a hat trick (Like a hat trick) |
I shut off my phone, like why you actin' so dramatic? |
Me and my bros, yeah, you know we only goin' up |
Talkin' down on me then you know we fuckin' showin' up |
I can’t fuck with you, please don’t tell me that you roll with us |
I’ma pull up with a stick and now you out of luck |
(I love you Scruff) |
Ayy, killswitch, pull up with a choppa, 'bout to kill shit |
Ayy, drill bitch, not from the UK, but I will drill shit |
Ayy, if you keep on talkin' then you’re gonna end up missin' |
Ayy, I’m in bed with Scruff and you already know that we are kissin' (Hahaha) |
Sometimes it gets so hard just to wake up |
Sit inside my room and watch the rain fall |
Don’t look, don’t text, I don’t want no calls |
Can’t get close to anyone 'cause I know that they’ll drop off |
I can’t seem to escape |
I can’t really wait |
Time and time again it happens |
Got a problem and I can’t have it |
I keep a Glocky inside of the back |
I would shut your mouth |
You do not wanna play with me, I’ll pull up shots in the air |
Say you full grown-up, ladies got me throwin' up |
Sippin' out of my double cup |
You get killed if you throwin' with Scruff |
Big four on me, and now I’m posted up |
And everybody want me, got oxy in my nose |
She fuck me like a zombie, I’ma live it up |
My team we dirty, you can’t see me, I don’t give a fuck |
Okay, now tell me, I know that you hate me |
You won’t have to like me, what’s it like to lie? |
What’s it like to die? |
You won’t let me get the future I |
I can’t wait to tell my mom that I’m a star now |
I’m goin' far now,, yeah |
Ballin' just like Kobe, we gon' ball out |
I did this shit in one take, |
In the moshpit, fuck about a damn bitch |
Niggas wanna act like me, I’m like «aw, shit» |
Yeah, I pull up to the party with a chopstick |
She said I’m toxic, she bein' honest |
Two twin Glocks, one in the fuckin' Champion |
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I don’t even claim her |
Runnin' up the ocean, cut enough for the remainder |
Take her ass to, my ass goin' John Kramer |
I don’t want her ridin' with that lil' nigga, got my bands up |
I don’t want her ridin' with that lil' nigga, I’m finna stance up |
Forty shots up in his back, bruh, turn this to a massacre |
Turn him to a dancer, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh |
I don’t wanna go away, oh-oh, oh-oh |
I don’t wanna go away |
Niggas sayin' that I’ll fuck you just to throw away |
So shawty lovin' on my body, she gon' blow today |
All my supporters sayin': «Shi, you' gon blow any day» |
Stuck in the stu, boy, I feel like I’m an addict |
He wanna talk out his ass, I think my gun is automatic |
I’ma teach it to these pussy boys, this ain’t mathematics |
He talkin' stupid in the VC, someone had to ban him (seven) |
(Let's go) |
Don’t tell me to fuckin' throw down |
All my money on the showdown |
She said that she love me, I don’t give a fuck |
Bitch, I keep the stick on my hip, you won’t be missed |
I don’t give a fuck if you are not fuckin' with us |
I been drivin' this Toyota so fast |
Driftin' on the road it’s so fast, yeah |
12 came over, we did the dash |
Bitch, I keep the stick on my hip, you won’t be missed |
I don’t give a fuck if you are not fuckin' with us |
I been drivin' this Toyota so fast |
Driftin' on the road it’s so fast, yeah |
12 came over, we did the dash |
I’m with Scruff and the gang, now we all tight |
there ain’t no rules in a dogfight |
Like please never speak to me |
No, you cannot have my swag, I don’t know what you see in me |
First off, fuck you and your friends, bitch |
Me and Scruff gon' kick you to the curb and we gon' end it |
Fuck you, we gon' leave you headless |
You been tryna chat, but you cannot make amends, bitch |
Takin' time to mend it, I could never hate you |
Call your little friends up, I know they won’t save you |
I won’t entertain you, God, I fucking hate you |
If I was the then I guess that I’d be mad too |
Bullets, they be pop-pop-pop |
I don’t wanna talk right now |
You move too fast, bitch, slow it down |
Don’t talk to me, I won’t stay around |
Walk in, if you got a problem we can solve it |
Shout-out my boy, bitch, we keep it flawless |
Why you talkin' that shit? Now I catch me a body |
And he ain’t with the shit, all he do is the talkin' |
Puttin' niggas in a coffin, all you do is talk, like stop it |
I swear that I’m countin', little bitch, you can’t account for us |
Why you talkin' that shit? Put his ass in the dust |
Nigga be actin' like a bitch, put his ass under the rug |
Runnin' out of options, stuck in my emotions |
Hate to, this shit’s gon' mess me up again |
I don’t wanna be sane when I see you again |
It’s naturally stuck inside my head |
There’s so many reasons that I should forget about you, but I don’t |
Do-don't wanna come over, can’t wait for you |
You already taught me one thing, it’s you gotta go on night drives |
Rollie on my wrist, nigga, I don’t wanna fight you |
I been dirty but that boy, he can’t slide it |
I’ve been thinkin' about what you said |
There’s no sleepin', record until I’m dead |
I’ve been creepin', I need you out my head, oh |
I need to get my head right |
Your homie dead, I don’t care about them dead guys |
At the function with a suit and a red tie |
Speakin' to, he just equipped a red dot (Pew, pew, pew, got 'em) |
That’s a headshot |
You need to cool down 'cause them bullets red hot |
I feel like I might just give up |
It seems like I ran out of luck |
That’s tough |
I love you Scruff |
Go, I can’t get why you’re so sick of me |
In the hills, spin around like an npc, free |
Spend a bag, I don’t care what the fuck you think |
I close every fuckin' deal, don’t want your sympathies |
Please give it up, yeah |
You might get your shit rocked |
Glock up, yeah, yeah |
Your bitch on my cock |
Who you are I don’t know |
In got a new flow |
Pull up all black like a crow |
Listenin' to Scruff while I run from the popo |
I got 'em sayin' «Uh-oh» |
Fuck these bitches, yeah, I’m only up next |
Didn’t everybody love me, everybody wanna flex though |
Seein' everybody only wanna flex though |
I love you Scruff |
It’s not only them who posin' as a threat |
A lil' one-two with a chop got everyone upset |
Pull it out right at your crib, they spraying all your shit |
Nah, ayy, ayy, ya say, «I can’t take it all, can’t take care of ya» |
Yeah, uh, ya say, «You're never enough,» I’m never enough, uh |
Oh, oh my God, I cannot wait to tell my mom |
I got on Scruff, everybody |