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letra de soicyboyz 3 - big scarr

[intro: pooh shiesty & drake]
(tay keith, this too hard)
ayy, ayy, blrrrd

[verse 1: gucci mane]
section 8 ‘partments, i’m valid on payment
servin’ that cottage like back in the ’80s
we got the gas you can’t get at the station
i just hit the dope and then made ’em go crazy
we got more drugs than the nurses at grady
porsche on a porsche, so i’ma send at your [?]
woke up today, i community gated
looked in the mirror like, “n-gga, you made it”
thinkin’ ’bout all of the charges i skated
from robbin’ and takin’ and enter and breakin’
i shake the pot, made it jump to an 80
smokin’ just make my eyes lowеr like asians
i’m all in miami, strapped up like a haitian
pеople, they shakin’, they feel the vibration
bullets gon’ hit, feel a burnin’ sensation
flippin’ that turf, have your money and race it
these junkies my patients, they walk in and paint sh-t
i had the coco, had to tell ’em, “be patient”
in my duplex with the bricks in the bas-m-nt
real street n-gga, never wrote no statement
they tell ’em to come out, they hold us to come out
ball like i’m jordan, yeah, i stuck my tongue out
n-ggas got no cars, they stickin’ they thumb out
keep it a hunnid, i’m bringin’ the drum out
i put my gun out, let’s see how they tell out
might just be bookin’, they won’t put the blunt out
they say it’s a drug, make it rain when the sun out
all red royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout
my word is the law, no cap in my bars
put ice on my heart and put tats on my scar
might want a .30, but lobster walk
1017, we ball to ball
[chorus: foogiano]
i got sixty shots in this drac’, he move once, won’t move again
talkin’ all that sh-t, we broke his bones, his ass should’ve come right in
tolerate, no disrespect, i’m beyblade how i get to spinnin’
dump him in that water, he ain’t swimmin’, boy, that n-gga missin’

[verse 2: big scarr]
we don’t blank on missions, now he missin’
swimmin’ with the fishes
wockhardt got me p-ssin’, diamonds glisten
strapped up with that glizzy
all my clothes be fitted, jeans got denim
these not jew religion
if i take your soul, i’m not real picky, reaper my religion
can’t show the internet how i be livin’
sticks steamer, ride through the city
stay out the way and get paid, n-ggas all in they feelings
on the internet, talkin’ like b-tches
money come in different ways, i’m a jugger
got drakes and them bows while i’m breakin’ a b-tch
yellow gold on my wrist lookin’ like p-ss
if i go broke, then i’m takin’ a risk
how you be slammin’, but your buddy got hit?
yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed
yeah, i drop the opp ‘fore i drop me a hit
i’m not like these rappers, i’m not finna diss
they havin’ cake, make your b-tch make a wish
i keep throwin’ up, n-ggas keep havin’ fits
ten thousand ain’t nothin, blow this sh-t on a fit
remember they doubted me, now look, i’m rich
still in the hood, posted up with the bricks
i still will mask up, put that fire on them b-tches
n-ggas be put up when i’m in the city
i’m tired of beefin’ with n-ggas who snitches
n-ggas don’t want smoke, they just want attention
double like davy, we standin’ on b-tches
we really ’bout action, these n-ggas pretendin’
[verse 3: pooh shiesty]
yeah, big f&n for these f-ck n-ggas, low joe, choppas grab your venom
i’m still with them k!llers, i’m with [?], you know who shoot the [?]
ayy, i passed the shot off to kd, felt like the p-rn god of [?]
i’m overdue, so wock’ trill [?], ’bout two percocets
i talk sh-t like i’m five hundred pounds, i’m strapped with like three hundred rounds
and i still’ll take your bowl from you, know who quick to slime some sh-t down
got thirty thousand on his top, now they on his ass like he flavor flav’
i got a cup, no, you can’t come around, poured an 8 on this zombie town
and it cost to move, ’cause when i had [?] on
make sure you sure to a clip when you roll on
police keep takin’ my guns, i can’t run out
slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
got [?], turn my apartments up, i took my chain back to the condo
we go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown

[chorus: foogiano]
i got sixty shots in this drac’, he move once, won’t move again
talkin’ all that sh-t, we broke his bones, his ass should’ve come right in
tolerate, no disrespect, i’m beyblade how i get to spinnin’
dump him in that water, he ain’t swimmin’, boy, that n-gga missin’

- big scarr

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