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letra de no trollin - lil scoom89

[intro]
frr
bah, 7 block (d-mn, milioo, this sh-t fuego)
bah, bah, bah

[chorus]
we ain’t trollin’ with none of the opps, we catch us one, we spank ’em (brr)
they ain’t tryna come play ball ’cause they know bake ’em (they ass scared)
one opp died, roll him up, but this time, i’m gon’ face him (i’m gon’ face him)
they had tapped him on his head, dead, no need to chase him (head tap)
when we slide, we like to blitz, your shoes, you better lace them (uh, come here)
man, that would’ve been a head tap, but the bullet only grazed him (d-mn)
still died, f-ck that boy and whoever praised him (f-ck him)
all of us get reckless, we’ll d-mn near pop the ones who raised him

[verse]
if it’s up, then it’s up (if it’s up)
heard the opps been spinnin’, they ain’t out there, make a call, they fire it up (ayy, on that car)
opps be callin’ me, yellin’ at the phone, they mad as f-ck (why you so mad?)
if you my opp, please don’t call me off ig, that’s fed as f-ck (that sh-t fed)
goin’ live up on his block, he don’t even own a gun (don’t own a gun)
if they come through tossin’ shots, ain’t gon’ blow, i bet he run (brr)
n-ggas not even with the sh-t, but be around it, think it’s fun (goofy)
got these n-ggas tryna rap, i might as well call ’em my sons (son-son)
hop out switchy with a drum (brr)
arp, it leave sh-t done (frr)
he steady postin’ that lil’ n-gga, but had d-ck all on her tongue (d-ck on her tongue)
we got drac’, now it’s time to spin with twin, he king von (me and twin)
he don’t care if your sh-t fake, lil trench takin’ sh-t for fun (let him get that)
out here givin’ n-ggas h-ll
if we crash, we gotta bail (we gotta bail)
f-ck the state, they tryna build a case, free g shaq out the cell (free shaq)
he had texted my phone, “scoom, i’m movin’ on,” i said, “oh well” (oh well)
i feel like i’m teeski, all the b-tches wet, wisconsin dells (wisconsin dells)
i like bouncin’ out the back
real clapper, but i rap
where the pad? we tryna grab somethin’ fast, scat pack or a track’ (skrrt)
out of town thuggin’ with my rounds, then right back to the ‘raq
we call manjay “baby splat,” can’t say too much, just know he that (ayy, baby splat)
took a gun and ain’t get back, y’all took a chop, so where it’s at? (so where it’s at?)
darro city, what the f-ck is that? for bukks, i’m catchin’ hats (what the f-ck?)
long live trell, speakin’ on your name, we bounce out tossin’ sh-lls (long live trell)
smokin’ opps and diss ’em in a song, they hope i rot in h-ll (man, rot in h-ll)
[chorus]
we ain’t trollin’ with none of the opps, we catch us one, we spank ’em (brr)
they ain’t tryna come play ball ’cause they know bake ’em (they ass scared)
one opp died, roll him up, but this time, i’m gon’ face him (i’m gon’ face him)
they had tapped him on his head, dead, no need to chase him (no need to chase)
when we slide, we like to blitz, your shoes, you better lace them (blitz his ass)
man, that would’ve been a head tap, but the bullet only grazed him (d-mn)
still died, f-ck that boy and whoever praised him (f-ck him)
all of us get reckless, we’ll d-mn near pop the ones who raised him (come here)

- lil scoom89

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