Lyrics

(Im off this perc' and off this lean) (Yeah, I'm somewhere spaced out, on bro) (Yeah, I'm somewhere spaced out) (Give no fuck if I'm in-) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Uh,huh) (Get his ass Scoom) (Uh,huh) (We walk him down) (Get his ass Scoom) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Get his ass Scoom) (Ight) Too many Glocks in this one van You'll think we fedbound Yeah, yeah, the state found him chopped up and face down I'm off this perc and off this lean Yeah, I'm somewhere spaced out Don't give no fuck if I'm in public This gen' five will drench you down Yeah, yeah When them shots go off Y'all be the niggas running Put y'all slime on Legal Firm and left yall sick to y'all stomach While the niggas go buy Smitty's, bitch, I'm scrapped up wit' a button You be sippin' Robitussin Mary Jane's ain't no mo' huskies I'm the nigga that be slaying You the nigga who be cuffin You put yo' all into that bitch The one who you love, the hoe I'm fucking Bitch, ain't no question I get money I been fresh since 8th grade Luncheon I don't rush it, I be punching Caught my shit, this shit ain't nothing Treat my glizzy like my bitches, it's on my side Boy, you bet not touch me I got a box on the back of my gun I'm blowin', tryna hit it, and muhfucka She ate Slick dick, whole time you love her Scoom his ass down for my big brother (She ate Slick dick, whole time you love her) (Scoom his ass down for my big brother) You the type that go to Church, with a group who really sin You the type to ride limits, I'm the type to ride Benz You the type to try to hang, I'm the type don't got no friends Bitch, I'ma always fuck it up, you cheap-ass niggas scared to spin (Ight) Nigga Bitch ass niggas scared to bend How you spinnin' down my block? You want some clout, CNN They ain't out, we spin again Brand new Glocks and F&N's Teeski, they say "Teeski that" Get off my dick, you niggas fans And I ain't get my .556, but I'm still out here toting Dracs' Blue on white, tryna box me in, we blew the trans right out the scrape Since 2018, bitch, I been hot If you gettin' on me now, then bitch you late They say "Scoom gang, yeah they safe" Walk him down, bitch, where that safe? Do a hit dressed down in BAPE My bitch snatched, ain't got no waist Money Mark, that be my ace Bitch, I ain't have time to fight the state I copped out for my gun case Put a Stimmy on my blue Fifteen off D the rest next day How you clamin' you got motion?, and you ain't go nowhere to stay? 50-50 down the metal, I make every worker pay I like 762.'s, that's all I'm feeding to my Drac' Last nigga dissed the gang, and they found his ass in the cut bait
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