Lyrics

The beat boss Yeah Scorpion, Scorpion, Scorpion Pussyboy changed on me and now he's lookin' like a scorpion (Scorpion) No, my dargies ain't playing hand tings, them man pull up with Scorpions (Scorpions) Pull up on it in so many whips the mandem think that I've been torturing (torturing) Got V's on my wrist, I'm deep in this shit, fans ask have I been smokin'? Yeah, yeah My niggas be shotta's on the opp block Them man are recording it Got hand tings that look like they're fresh out the box My shotties are ornaments Got so many numbers and comma's in my bank They look like coordinates I'm droppin' the price when everyone's got food But I cannot forfeit cheques He's a scorpion (Scorpion) My darg left the cage I bought him in (I did it) But my other one hates, I can't talk to him And it's makin' me sick, just the thought of it For real (for real) I see my young boys all in a stolen car Then it's facts them man 'bout to go to war (war) Them youtes tried to slide like a photo, darg Got shot, think twice before you go to store, yeah The trap was the love of my life (life) Me and my pack used to cuddle at night (night) My savage needs cake and I cut him a slice 'Cause when we go raving he snuck in the pipe Out in the back, covered in ice Only thing melting's the love of your life He mentioned my name a couple of times I can't wait to show him what my brothers are like (PG) Bullet's flying, mums crying Windows smashing, that's a ricochet (yeah) When it's time to slide, you know that's just how my nigga's play (yeah) Fuck a 9-to-5 we're outside, show me the quickest way (where) Money is time and I can't waste mine up in the prison mate Yo she wanna' chew it I walked in with sixty and blew it (blew it) Nah this ain't no fake rap, I do it (do it) They hatin' on me 'cause they knew it (knew it) Your lady with me and she choosing (choosing) You ain't with the team then you're losing (losing) Play with my G, leave you snoozing (snoozing) You guys say you're dripping, I'm oozing (oozing) Pussyboy changed on me and now he's lookin' like a scorpion (Scorpion) No, my dargies ain't playing hand tings, them man pull up with Scorpions (Scorpions) Pull up on it in so many whips the mandem think that I've been torturing (torturing) Got V's on my wrist, I'm deep in this shit, fans ask have I been smokin'? Yeah, yeah My niggas be shotta's on the opp block Them man are recording it Got hand tings that look like they're fresh out the box My shotties are ornaments Got so many numbers and comma's in my bank They look like coordinates I'm droppin' the price when everyone's got food But I cannot forfeit cheques Me and my brother's we got it (so) We only run from the law I got some money from rap, now it's a fact that I've seen that I'll be coming for more I flooded my wrist, I flooded my neck I flooded my fingers, I flooded my jaw My darg got three phones to work for the summer So we ain't coming on tour They know Fred when I come in Dior They know I turn one into four (four) They know the coke's nothin' but raw (raw) They know we opp's and leave blood on the floor She wanna' chew it (chew that) Walked in with sixty and blew it (I blew that) This ain't no fake rap, I do it (I do that) They hatin' on me 'cause they knew it (yeah-yeah) I run up a hundred, I run up two hundred I run up a half ticket I'm talkin' 'bout guns and drugs and landed myself in charts with it Someone got slapped, all in the ends and I heard the dargs did it I let the food go cook in the trap, keep my eye on it just for the last minute (last minute) Pussy, don't ask me shit I left nigga's way in the past with it 360 cameras on my car and shit I don't look out the window when I'm parking this (no) Old-heads still get the large with it They ain't shot no-one since Prada kits I try use my mind but my hearts in it If my bro needs he can ask for it (yeah) Bullet's flying, mums crying Windows smashing, that's a ricochet (yeah) When it's time to slide, you know that's just how my nigga's play (yeah) Fuck a 9-to-5 we're outside, show me the quickest way (where?) Money is time and I can't waste mine up in the prison, mate Yo, she wanna' chew it (chew it) I walked in with sixty and blew it (blew it) This ain't no fake rap, I do it (I do that) They hatin' on me 'cause they knew it (yeah-yeah) Your lady with me and she choosing (choosing) You ain't with the team then you're losing (losing) Play with my G, leave you snoozing (snoozing) You guys say you're dripping, I'm oozing (oozing) The beat boss
Writer(s): Christopher Hamer, Marvin Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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