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Big Scarr
Big Scarr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Justin Johnson
Justin Johnson
Songwriter
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WavyBoyProductions
WavyBoyProductions
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Lyrics

Double R 1818, bitch Y'all know what the fuck goin' on Y'all know we really run this shit (WavyBoyProductions) Ayy, yup Yup Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again Back in the trap, flippin' work again 'Member them days I was ridin' on the 10-speed Now your boy up in the big league I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VV They ain't gon' want me on TV Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can't see me They mimickin', wanna be me Posed in the drip, now your bitch hollerin' out, "Come and see me" Give her good dick but she [?] These niggas hoes, Catch him in traffic wit' the Drac' and I bet I'll unload Tryna get rich, that's the goal But these niggas testin' my gangsta, so I'ma expose 'em No, he don't really want smoke Said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes Fuck your big dawg, he a ho I jump on they foot, she be tellin' the tell-alino We get 'em in for the low My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store They done fucked up and freed Ghost One step on his shoe, then I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the floor Fuck all the internet posts A hundred some shots in the car, now his ass gettin' ghost We stashed the dope in the floor The junkies they runnin' in after the swing in the door I hit the plug for a boat Finessed and made jugs on the low out a realest of low Wait 'til I ice up my throat and ice up my wrists And put ice up on all of my hoes They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money Backends, I serve you a load of my show The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it And trust me, Lil Leak, he gon' come out to go But, nah, I'm really just sayin' Niggas out here pullin' humbles and think they the man These niggas makin' these diss songs Catch you in the endzone, get blitzed up on you and your mans Make your bitch eat up the drip Thinkin' 'bout textin' me, make his ass eat up the clip Plug gave me up on the flip Deposit it, profitin' when I go make me a flip Might have a meeting on the ship I'm on the island, the pack did deployed on the blimp I can't see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water Immediately, these lil' niggas can't swim You see the "F" on the rims I'm in the car doin' the dash with a bitch named Kim Drippin' salt might make a spill Might leave a stain, but I'm still out here packin' a steel My youngin, he fresh off a kill Fuck all that talkin', he ready to do him a drill Boy, you ain't nothin' for real All that tough talkin', you had the big gun off a peel You the same nigga that cappin' on bodies They know I got that will, you ain't got no kill I'm the same nigga that post up with choppas And wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch Stretch the pack, I threw it long like I'm Cunningham Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again Back in the trap, flippin' work again.
Writer(s): Justin Cameron Johnson, Alexander Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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