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Scrappers Lyrics - Artist : Rooga
Foenem grave, got Lil Moe in this bitch with me
You already know how this shit go If it's beef then it's beef, what we talkin' about Put that Drac' to your face ain't no talkin' it out When you leave out the crib I'm in front of yo' house Goofy shouldn't have let his gun on the couch If he spin through this block then I'm bumpin' him down Shots out the Drake got him jumpin' around Slide through the 8, we ain't fuckin' around We really put niggas under the ground We really put niggas under the street Hope you coming correct when you coming to me Got a stick in the Glock but the drum on the seat Just in case a nigga think he tougher than me Think you tougher than me you get slumped in the streets If we don't got that heat you get stomped out with feet Who is this nigga that ride up the street? Boy, this choppa on me knock the J off a jeep If you ain't shootin' you drivin' Young niggas slidin', glidin', violent I hold that Drac' like a motherfuckin' violin I'ma keep shootin' until I hear sirens Pullin' up blastin' I make them crash They hoppin' out fallin', they over dramatic Let's see who the fastest I was just laughin' I got so close I left blood on the ratchet (Ayy, ayy) Please don't tweak, we got chop in the party One false move and we stoppin' the party But I ain't gon' tweak 'cause it's bops in the party And one bitch tryna give me top in the party You got blick, well, I got blick too I'm itching just to see what this do Blick one, I blick two, he miss one, I hit two Ain't no shortage on blicks You fuck around and get shorty and them hit Ain't gotta do it that's more of a risk Put a brick on your head and just order the hit (Ayy, ooh, ayy) We at the door like you ordered some shit Put that pipe to your head, call your daughter a bitch I got all the money, all the drugs, all the funds but I feel it's more of it Pop out we spot him, we got him but where is your gun? We caught you without it, ayy He tryna run but where is you goin' The hollow tips poppin' out stop all that cappin' You don't be out here so stop all that rappin', boy We got some shit that a stop all the traffic We turn handguns to automatics You can get layed down like you on a palette I used to be in the back of the back Now I ride with that MAC in the back of the bach Make 'em think that I forgot about that than a week later I'ma come back with a TEC Now somebody shot in the back of the neck He got away but the driver got stretched Now he left a trace 'cause the driver got stretched Now he just a nigga that's patched like the rest I got his lo, I'ma keep shootin' 'til I ain't got no more Can't trust no bitch so I ain't got no hoe If he a problem then he gotta go Watch how you talk when talk to Lil Moe I got my name 'cause I shoot a lil' mo' He tried to perform I'ma be at his show Them Scrapp Gang members, they be at yo' throat, damn (Ayy) He was that nigga that hold the blicks That we always send to the store and shit Don't ride up this block, we a blow at ya shit We don't even care if it's hoes in the whip We a still run up and put holes in the whip That's 2 to the neck and 4 to the hip Now that nigga dead over a bitch And I'm talkin' literally, over the bitch I got a Glock with a switch it do tricks You don't wanna see this bitch get to blickin' And don't think I'm slippin', I stay on my pivot I'm some like a Perc 'cause bro I'm just itchin' I'm itchin' to squeeze We got some shit that you wouldn't believe .762 it'll rip through a tree I swear these niggas they different from me (Ayy, ayy) Now we on the 8 'cause that's lil' foenem block It ain't no tellin' what lil' foenem got We be so comfortable sippin' on Wock' To keep it real I think we killed all the opps Foenem they hopped on yoppas All out the window with choppas They turned ya shit into pasta Look at ya roster You shouldn't of bothered none of them scrappers You shouldn't a bothered them scrappers You could get clapped up, we put niggas together No, we put niggas on stretchers We send niggas away forever Watch how you talk when you talkin' to me You could get shot from the top of the key Watch how you walk when you walk up on me I fuck around leave your top in the street |
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