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Scorin
(专辑: Fake Famous - 2017)
[Mozzy:] That nigga told, he been rocking wit the
rollers Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa I
be on dope bitch fell into a
coma Really from the
four's had to get it off the
corner Aunty and them smokers on the
porch playing poker Fo' nick hefty, too bulky for a
holster There's all type's of bitches on my Motorolla We pulling out the
corner store wit hella baking soda Another cold summer I
ain't seen a
summer colder Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us They throw the
hold up on us plus they boosting up the
bail The
crime rate quiet all the
shooters in the
cell It's Hell Gang bitch I'm going straight to hell Just made it harder for yourself it ain't no way that I
could tell It's either a
maney jumpshot or hit the
NFL We fucked his career off he got possession's for them sales [Lex Aura:] One day I'll be balling, yeah I'm outside by the
corner I'm trynna get this money, yeah I
just flipped another quarter Started off in a
stolo, yeah Now I'm sliding in a
foreign Touchdown city solo, yeah From the
bottom I'm scorin [Lil Blood:] Blood! Started off buying plug, ten for forty Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the
40 Had Linden St. barkin rolled coke on the
third Trynna touch these five racks from the
first to the
third Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin Instagram flippin black gate we jugging Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter Been out here all day and I'm pulling an all nighter Pants dirty, black hoody I'm on a
mission Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I'm chasin chicken Boiling water, add the
soda watch it rise up And Scrr, Scrr, Scrr, when I
scrape the
sides up Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches Nigga I
was sellin coke to my own father If I
ain't sell it to him he would buy it from my partner Blood! [Lex Aura:] One day I'll be balling, yeah I'm outside by the
corner I'm trynna get this money, yeah I
just flipped another quarter Started off in a
stolo, yeah Now I'm sliding in a
foreign Touchdown city solo, yeah From the
bottom I'm scorin [Slim 400:] Pigs hit the
block my real ones went to jail Ain't no money to post bail so they sittin in cells My youngins shootin at civilians I
ain't wit killin children But it's bracken blood it's day to day You caught at the
gas station now a
40 in your face Now who callin who phone, hut, 48 I'm the
first to line up, I
ain't a
second late Slid off on some real shit Real niggas feel this I
see you endin up in the
ICU Hitta's know I
rock wit the
Hell Gang, and free my nigga Truth It be the
solid ones that go first, and the
snitchin is bool I
bleed the
[?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes Still gettin it out the
gutter and it's me and my bros I
don't claim to be, I'm in these streets, put it on P's Free real niggas, so fuck you industry niggas [Lex Aura:] One day I'll be balling, yeah I'm outside by the
corner I'm trynna get this money, yeah I
just flipped another quarter Started off in a
stolo, yeah Now I'm sliding in a
foreign Touchdown city solo, yeah From the
bottom I'm scorin
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