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letra de scrutiny - glockservin!

i had to stack up my bands lil b-tch
i had to stick to the plan lil b-tch
draco on me and it came with a switch
n-ggas be fake yea they can’t wait to switch

i keep a stick with a extended mag if you n-ggas gon talk then u know imma blast
talking that sh-t boy you know where i’m at, and i keep me a stick so i’m finna react

i’m texting your b-tch so i know that you sad
i’m f-cking your b-tch so i know that you mad
i heard she miss what we had
i’m soning these n-ggas so call me yo dad

(uhh) (yea) hop on a plane and sh-t
you n-ggas be lame and sh-t
i’m stacking my bread boy i’m getting my chips
i aim for your top boy i ain’t shooting no hip
i’m spraying your block so yall boys better dip
lil b-tch stop the talkin come give me sum lip
i keep packs in the mail and you know imma ship

(uhh) what you do to me
n-ggas lying on my name it’s scrutiny
you said that you love me but abusing me
you just want my cash lil b-tch stop using me
(mmm) another hеartbreak
lord please takе the pain why you make my heart ache
i’ve been feeling pain wtf i’m posed’ to say
i just stack my bands and stay up out the way

ive been getting guap this sh-t like everyday
everyday in every-way i’m getting paid

lil b-tch betta back back
we jugged that boy get ya cash back
i keep a gun i ain’t finna lack
we erase yo top like men in black
we on yo block like where you at
i caught up with you now you run like track
i keep me sum b-tches you know i attract
and we smoking yo mans put that boy in my pack

i had to stack up my bands lil b-tch
i had to stick to the plan lil b-tch
draco on me and it came with a switch
n-ggas be fake yea they can’t wait to switch

i keep a stick with a extended mag if you n-ggas gon talk then u know imma blast
talking that sh-t boy you know where i’m at, and i keep me a stick so i’m finna react

i’m texting your b-tch so i know that you sad
i’m f-cking your b-tch so i know that you mad
i heard she miss what we had
i’m soning these n-ggas so call me yo dad
(uhh) (yea) hop on a plane and sh-t
you n-ggas be lame and sh-t
i’m stacking my bread boy i’m getting my chips
i aim for your top boy i ain’t shooting no hip
i’m spraying your block so yall boys better dip
lil b-tch stop the talkin come give me sum lip
i keep packs in the mail and you know imma ship

(uhh) what you do to me
n-ggas lying on my name it’s scrutiny
you said that you love me but abusing me
you just want my cash lil b-tch stop using me

- glockservin

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