letra de scars - big ty
[intro: zar]
would you stand by? (stand by)
uh, uh
why they lie? (why they lie?)
(bb had to do it to ’em)
the strong survive (yeah)
like, how you alive? (how?)
p-ssy boy, i had to cut my ties (had to cut my ties)
all the pain, just look up in my eye (in my eye)
what you mean you wanna see me die? (d-mn)
shed a tear, another mother cry (uh)
[chorus: datrix]
they on my page buggin’ like they larva (larv’)
in my dms askin’, “when’s the next drop?” (drop)
my n-ggas keepin’ tools like load up java
had my homie die in front of me, i was starstruck (aye)
phony n-ggas switchin’, i got many scars, bruh (aye)
only took a step, felt like i already lost, bruh (aye)
i don’t do the internet, don’t care bout drama
if a p-ssy n-gga testin’, we gon’ fill him up, yeah (aye)
[verse 1: zar, datrix, zar & big ty]
on my page, they be imitating (imitating)
jackin’ all my flows, it get irritating (like what?)
smoke a couple pounds, let’s get stimulated (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
we gon’ paint the picture, i done ill-strated
f-ckin’ with his head, mind manipulator (mind manipulator)
going up a level like an elevator (like an elevator)
going to the top like a numerator (like a numerator)
takin’ all his breath like a ventilator
you gotta stop (gotta stop)
swear i ain’t yo’ opp (i ain’t yo’ opp)
askin’ me these questions, b-tch, you lookin’ like the cops (like the cops)
stackin’ all my money and it’s gettin’ real high (yeah)
how you my b-tch? (how you mine?)
but, you f-cked the other side
i don’t understand (don’t understand)
50 shots, many men (many men)
catch him duckin’, (uh)
watch him run like a b-tch (like a b-tch)
who you f-ckin’? any man with a d-ck (with a d-ck)
dirty b-tch, i ain’t givin’ you my kids (on god)
or a kiss or attention, i’ve been grippin’ on my weapon
why the f-ck you tryna question my intentions? (my intentions)
don’t bring me in the mention, really know how we steppin’, you know how i’m comin’
i’ma get you gone (get you gone)
get you whacked, i’ma get you packed
they was laughin’ at me when they found out i ain’t have a bag, but now i do (now i do)
get you tagged, i’ma get you tapped
(aye, get you tagged, i’ma get you tapped)
[verse 2: big ty]
aye, these n-ggas b-tches, you don’t wanna know what i’ma do
f-ckin’ with my crew, i promise we got sh-t for you
we in the v and on your block, i promise we gon’ bend it through (boom, boom, boom)
poppin’ n-ggas off like in my head, i got a loose screw
surrounded by money, i swear these bills be so d-mn blue
she askin’ if i can hit, but there ain’t nothing that i can’t do
these n-ggas jackin’ gang, well, what you tryna say, dude?
i’m tryna chase money, but this b-tch just blew my d-mn mood
i’m with it, i’m not snitchin’, so i ride with my gunner
these n-ggas fakin’ and be trickin’, got me feelin’ like stunna
and chano home now he bout to turn y’all clique into runners (runnin’)
and when we done with the drill, we make a movie like mcdonagh
and i’m f-ckin’ on the baddest b-tch, gettin’ all this cash and sh-t
bring it to the trap and watch it do a f-ckin’ backflip
and this world be so tricky, i’ma have to do the dash with it
yeah, let’s get it daniel, come on
[chorus: datrix]
they on my page buggin’ like they larva (larv’)
in my dms askin’, “when’s the next drop?” (drop)
my n-ggas keepin’ tools like load up java
had my homie die in front of me, i was starstruck (aye)
phony n-ggas switchin’, i got many scars, bruh (aye)
only took a step, felt like i already lost, bruh (aye)
i don’t do the internet, don’t care bout drama
if a p-ssy n-gga testin’, we gon’ fill him up, yeah (aye)
[outro: datrix]
we gon’ fill him up, yeah
we gon’ fill him up, yeah
we gon’ fill him up, yeah
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