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Yeah, all these niggas claim they gangster 'Til we show 'em that they bitches Scoom Gang we militant, we pop outside wit' Dracs and switches Pop a 30, now I'm in it Work her ass out at LA Fitness They like, "Slick come trim, he different" Ain't get my .556 for Christmas Ridin' strike and we out bendin' 5 percent when we out spinnin' Chrome Heart, ain't got no feelings Scoom Gang, we stand on business We tote Glocks, wit' yo' Berettas Bitch, I made this side of Ella One man trash, another treasure In the lab, jus' like I'm Dexter Tax a side bitch, I need extra Swerve through traffic like a feather Play wit' me, bitch, they know better I want Scrapa fuck a Tesla DeJ Loaf, you bet not try me Bitch, we punch on LaSalle and Bali They call me "Slick", just 'cause I'm shiesty My lil' cousin hop out that alley My new bitch, she thick and feisty When I sign, you ain't gon' like me When I fuck, I go up ninety Go on me, boy, that's unlikely My bitch zodiac sign a Pisces Yo' man got checked in his Nikes Walk his ass down with a rifle Yellin' "4-Town, we don't like you" All these niggas claim they gangster 'Til we show 'em that they bitches Scoom Gang we militant, we pop outside wit' Dracs and switches Pop a 30, now I'm in it Work her ass out at LA Fitness They like, "Slick come trim, he different" Ain't get my .556 for Christmas Ridin' strike and we out bendin' 5 percent, when we out spinnin' Chrome Heart, ain't got no feelings Scoom Gang, we stand on business We tote Glocks wit' yo' Berettas Bitch, I made this side of Ella One man trash, another treasure In the lab, jus' like I'm Dexter
Writer(s): Terrance Banks, Ilya Antonov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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