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letra de endzone - big scarr

[intro]
double rs
18. 18. b-tch
ya’ll know what the f-ck going on
ya’ll know we really run this sh-t
yup yup
weezy boy productions

[chorus]
scratch the pack, i threw it long like i’m cunningham
texting for p’s in my truck like i’m uncle sam
we put the hundreds and fifties in rovers man
can’t get them all, get reimbursed and then
i made a 0 to the trap i want work in
back to trap flipping work in

[verse]
remember the days i ran on the 10 speed, now your boy up in a bentley
i ain’t energaunic, but wait till you see them new vvs
they ain’t gonna want me on tv
blaneyberg riches like stevie d
n-ggas can’t see me, they may making wanna be me
posted the drip now your b-tch hiding out, come and see me
gave her good d-ck cause she pp
these n-ggas hoes
catch him in traffic, they drake and i bet on the low
trying to get rich that’s the goal
but these n-ggas texting my gang, so imma expose them
know he don’t really want smoke
said that he gangster but see for a tinted like hoes
f-ck your big dog he a hoe
i jump on that f-ck sh-t, he telling the tell-a-lino
we get em in for the low
my clientele good i ain’t posted in front of the store
they done f-cked up the free goals
one step on these shooters
i’m gone, but till you hit the floor
f-ck all that internet posts
a 100 some shots in the corner his ass getting ghost
we stashed the dope in the floor
the junkies they running in, after the swing in the door
i hit the plug for a boat
finesse and make jugs on the low, out of realest of low
wait till i ice out my throat, and ice up my wrists
and put ice up on all of my hoes
they ain’t gon like when i pop out with trap money
backends i serve you a load of my show
the 30 is on me, i up it and blew it
in trouble, he leaking he gone come out to go
but naw, i’m really just sayin
n-ggas out here pulling humbles and think they the man
these n-ggas making these diss songs
get you in the end zone, get glizzed up on you and your mans
make your b-tch eat up the drip
thinking bout texting me, make his ass eat up the clip
plug gave me up on the flip
deposit the profit in, when i go make me a flip
might have to meet on the ship
i’m on the island, the patek the plug on the blimp
i can’t see none of these shrimps
big shark in the water
immediately, n-ggas can’t swim
you see the f on the rims
i’m the car do the dash wit a b-tch, na it kim
dripping sauna, might make a spill
my make a stain but i’m still out here packing a steal
my youngin he fresh off a k!ll
f-ck all that talking you ready to do him a drill
boy you ain’t not forreal
all that tough talking you had a big gun off the pill
you the same n-ggas that camping on bodies, they don’t got no will, you ain’t got no k!ll
i’m the same n-gga that post up with choppas and wait on you b-tches to come do a drill, b-tch
[chorus]
scratch the pack, i threw it long like i’m cunningham
texting for p’s in my truck like i’m uncle sam
we put the hundreds and fifties in rovers man
can’t get them all, get reimbursed and then
i made a 0 to the trap i want work in
back to trap flipping work in

- big scarr

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