Scrimmage

(альбом: 2's & 4's - 2022)

[Quin NFN:]
Tell what's they name gon' spin on they what's they name and make some what's they name
(Cio)

Ayy, we clutching heat, my dawg gon' clutch for free so hold your piece (Bllrt, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
And all my youngins' deep, I told 'em don't react before you think (Shh)
This nina blacker than Tyreese (It is)
We through ten up on his jeep (We did)
And he deceased we turnt him to a brand, his partner on a tee (Dawg, dawg, dawg)
Big ass shoes, they made by Gucci, these double G's will jump a tree (Double G)
We start running and make niggas start moving out, he broke his lease (Bitch)
Dirty Glock ain't bathe in weeks (Grrah)
Rapping bout me making beef (Hah)
How them niggas say Lil Quin was duckin'? That shit make-believe
This XD, it fit in my hand, huh, you're partner a fan, huh
Got no words for the opps, we grab this chop and start saying something
Push up, clap your mans, won't see him stand when ambulance come (Yeah)
Shooter like Ray Allen, see your partner, that's a And1
We gon' blow the witness, uh, my dawg still on a sentence, yeah (Bitch)
Get up close with no mask, motherfuck a social distance, yeah (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Don't do no attempts, shoot off the rip, we known to finish, yeah (Blrrt, blrrt)
I be doing my thing inside the gang, they known to scrimmage, yeah (I'm ballin')
Hit too many niggas hoes, my shit passed double digits, yeah (It is)
They be throwing salt, tryna put slugs all on my image, yeah (Bitch)
And I don't want the hoe unless her noggin coming with it, yeah (Noggin)
He had a bad day, I sent lil' bro now he uplifted, yeah (He did)
All I got bad intentions, flip the block without no skillet, yeah (We flip it)
Baby Glock hold thirty shots the clip blacker than brisket, yeah (Bah-bah-bah)
All these racks, it look like tennis, Elvis on my pendant, yeah (It is)
And lil' bro pop the rocks, out his body he was tripping, yeah (Uh, tripping, trippin')
I was reminiscing 'bout when me and bro was with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We just spent a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, straight down the rocks and bitches gon' be bitches (Yeah, yeah)
Every time I tell him something (Grrah, yeah, yeah)

[LilCJ Kasino:]
Don't want to talk it ain't about guap, I'm strictly about business (Yeah, guap)
Don't talk to that lil' thot, I'm in her mouth just like a dentist
I can't switch up on my clique but all my Glocks be having switches (Glock, bah-bah)
Pouring Wok just lick a chemist (Wok), I spent thirty on my tennis (Bah)
I be flexing hardest platinum artist, CJ independent (Independent)
I put fifty on my carbon, all my clips, they get extended (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Back in school I was selling bars, I caught a charge, you got suspended
Nigga ain't never pulled my card, when it comes to war, nigga, we spinning, ayy
Before I let a nigga play me, judge gon give me a life sentence (I swear)
Slanging a K, but we quick to pull up on opps, go to throwing bullets like Emmet (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Chop got two titties like women (Titties), I can't loose I like winning (Love)
These niggas sweet just like lemon (They sweet), I got P's I got plenty (I got plenty)
I got P's just like Diddy (I swear), I got keys to my city (Keys)
I don't like features but I like money, do I like to meet niggas? Not really (Nah)
We love danger, lil' bro'll [?], 'boutta put a weak nigga in the belly
I don't talk to strangers, I don't like to play and I'ma send a nigga ass to the celly (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Lil 2z:]
No matter where I'm at a chopstick with me like I'm made in China
I got a bitch that work a Neiman's, I get deals on my designer
I walk around with all this paper, I might need to buy a binder
It ain't no pressure about no nigga, we lay shit out like recliner
I stay on point like Jason Kidd, keep a Glock like Karl Towns
And I ain't weighing up no chicken, but I got nuggets by the pound
My momma knew I was a gangster when they did a ultrasound
And they gon' think this fight was rigged the way I'm blowing all these rounds
If they ain't paying up and they supposed to pay then I'm on they ass like Doja
We was just fucked up sleeping on the floor trying to put together our dough
We swing hammers like Judge Judy
I got a few spots like Scooby
We got big guap like Gucci
I got drumsticks like Rudy's
Bitch we ain't have no pot to cook our grits, so where you think we peed
I feel like Jordan 1996 this shit don't make no sense
I really wasn't a fan of taking shit, but we was taking risks
We chopping cooking pork we turn his bacon into bacon bits
As long as I'm alive my pockets gon be filled with dead boys
I walk around with big old bags but I am not a bell boy
Can't go nowhere without my fire like I'm Lil 2z Hellboy
'Cause when it's mister nasty time this Draco Uncle Elroy
While I'm smoking OG cooking nuggets big as Chips Ahoy
Might hit the trap and box and [?] 'cause I can beat the pack like Floyd
I'm in and then I'm out of there you might not hear from me no more
I call this bitch up once a week she clean this dick up like a chore
We tote duces like Chris Breezy
And my Drac' blacker than Weezy
Bitch got a ass tat say fee
I got a big gut like P
I got a problem I can't stop it
I like money I keep fiending
I keep nachos in my pocket cause them shits is always cheesy
It's too cold so I can't move without my heat like Luol Deng
All my guns got big old buckles on them like I'm Pootie Tang
I get a rush from all this shit like I shoot dope up in my veins
And my bro still be serving chickens nigga shoulda worked at Cane's