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letra de scary hours - gucci greggo

[verse 1: gucci greggo]
the nappy headed motherf-cker’s back on the beat again
never gonna tell me to take the backseat again
i hate you motherf-ckers like it’s allergy season
b-tches tryna stop me from breathin’, need some pseudoephedrine
got some bullets in the chamber
finna hit rappers that’s lamer
i’m the motherf-ckin’ big player
got six shooter hangin off my hip, call me eastwood
yeah, your boy rap good, but i’m not from the hood
if i keep goin down this road, rest assured that the homies gonna eat good
these days all i got is money on my mind
take of mines while i lay back and write uncanny rhymes
man i love this sh-t
i’ma have every club talkin’ bout the fantastic mr. meredith
but i don’t wanna be on the rise too quick
cuz i remember that the same rope you climb up on, they hang you with
d-mn, that’s word to jermaine
i studied that man’s flow for a hundred days
and now i’ve found mine and i’m here to stay
my rhymes, they ain’t ever gonna flatline
they will always be worshipped like the words of the f-ckin’ divine
sh-t, it’s scary hours my homie
i like to think that i need a label but that’s cap my homie
cuz who the f-ck gonna sign this weirdo?
i think i like to pull my own strings like geppeto
i’m the most dangerous motherf-cker with the nappy fro you will ever know
wanna be forgiven? you gotta pray to me like i’m the f-ckin’ holy ghost
i ain’t kissin’ no swishas but i heard you want the smoke
better say your goodbyes like “that’s all folks”
i’ll cause a bl–dy mess like i’m runnin’ with scissors
and i might just trip like i’m sippin’ on sizurp
i’m the rap wizard
you hear my lines on the beat and your b-tch get jitters
i’m a million times better than the raps he delivers
like mortal kombat, i’ll send my demons to rip out your livers
f-ck it, r.i.p. bill withers
[verse 2: xxcbxx]
get rich or die tryin’, never know
you might be the guy that i’m fryin’
time’s flyin’
keep sayin’ i’m lyin’
get the choppa, eat you up like a lion
and i shoot 77 times, like i’m joe biden
i don’t really like rap, i like to fight
smoke and get right in the midnight
say sh-t to my face, not in a groupchat
or i’ll buy a smooth bat, beat your rude ass
take your girl with her cute ass
you see, i’m a hood gentleman
countin’ benjamins
shootin’ for adrenaline
this is genuine
used to write r-t-rded r-t-rded messages that made valid sentences
who you better than?
i’m a lyrical veteran
say it’s unsettlin’
with the way i do this
i move this
when the truth sayin’
you get caught lackin’, i’m ruthless
draggin’ you and leaving you toothless
i’m on another level like newton
uh, y’all so mad ’bout lil old me
i made an impact, can’t you see?
thanks for the views baby
the diss track sh-t just ain’t for me
i know i’m good, f-ck you if you f-ckin’ don’t
i’m a baltimore baby so step you won’t
in gated communities yelling “f-ck 12”
y’all never dealt with a f-ckin’ cop by yourself
y’all claim gangs but that sh-t ain’t true
i got stabbed in ribs just for a f-cking crew
i do this sh-t mobile, i don’t have a stu’
if you don’t like how i’m livin’, well f-ck you
[verse 3: 902zi]
opps get turned to dust
my heart’s full of f-cking l-st
y’all weak ass n-ggas stay on my meat
say my music’s trash but stay beggin’ for a feat’
burn sh-t down, come through like a wildfire
y’all stay hatin’ on my attire
catch you slippin’, tie you up like a shoelace
he said he gon’ shoot me
yeah, aight, blueface
want smoke, i’m callin’ up greggo and cody
your music sounds like lil jody
y’all a bunch of internet thugs
buck up to me, get stepped on like a rug
hit you with the bl!cky, trigger go cl!cky-cl!cky
walk down get smoked like a blunt
y’all n-ggas fishy, smell like-
f-ck 12 for what they did to trayvon
if i see a cop, i’ma turn into a saiyan
i do music for fun
see a op in the street, that n-gga better run

- gucci greggo

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