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letra de real killas - lil scoom89

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
come here, you know how we bouncin’ out, know we chasin’ him (grr, come here)
yeah, come here, lil’ boy, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? yeah
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no goofies, opps, still hop out, we chasin’ sh-t, brr (2une in the spot)

[chorus]
real-real-real k!llers (real k!llers), all us real members (we real members)
f-ckin’ his real sister (his real sister), we opps, but i’m her n-gga, let’s go (let’s go)
got his head knockеd off for dissin’ me, lil scoom send real blitzеrs (grr)
shawn had gave us a crib, no couch, no nothin’, don’t care ’cause it ain’t in the trenches (ain’t in the trenches)
took his mask off, he dumb as h-ll, now his ass doin’ time (he dumb as f-ck)
watch me scratch off, tried to box us in, i flew straight up king drive (skrrt, skrrt)
we all up in the mornin’, tweakin’ on wagyu, four hundred people on live (we tweakin’ on wagyu)
i got into with n-ggas when i was booked, called home and told ’em to slide (man, go slide)

[verse]
f-ck the opps, let’s bump, draco gon’ dump, 2020 was that, free trump (grr)
on the way to the stu’ with skrilla and them, in the back of the rolls, i was slumped (i was slumped)
four n-ggas all bounced out, then buddy took off, you would think they was chasin’ gump (come here, come here)
me and big opp was in cali chillin’ with dank, lb pulled up with the runtz (pulled up with the runtz)
b-tch, stop actin’ dumb, my song went up, now she tryna have my son (tryna have my son)
gon’ blow before i run, late night, we slidin’ in all black just like nuns (grr)
ain’t gon’ say no names, but at that vlog, you bogus, you threw your gun (you bogus as h-ll)
she say i act different since i got money, no, b-tch, i been had funds (i been had funds)
don’t want you, i want your buns (want your buns)
f-ck that stick, need me a drum (need a drum)
out in traffic, slidin’ all through the ‘raq tryna make this sh-t get fun (skrrt)
these hoes gon’ do them, so you do you, i learned that from my mom (from my mom)
who is that? bounce right out the whip, he was yellin’ he hit, tripped and fell, he knew he was done (come here, come here)
in this b-tch f-ckin’ with 2une, mask and gloves, can’t leave no clues (leave no clue)
we was lettin’ off shots, he ran so fast, dumbass had left his shoes (grr)
hoes be all on my d-ck, they knowin’ i’m lit, my pockets be filled with blues (filled with blues)
i really be rappin’ and clappin’, that’s why they be hatin’, they wish they could do what i do (grr)
[chorus]
real k!llers, all us real members (we real members)
f-ckin’ his real sister (his real sister), we opps, but i’m her n-gga, let’s go (let’s go)
got his head knocked off for dissin’ me, lil scoom send real blitzers (grr)
shawn had gave us a crib, no couch, no nothin’, don’t care ’cause it ain’t in the trenches (ain’t in the trenches)
took his mask off, he dumb as h-ll, now his ass doin’ time (he dumb as f-ck)
watch me scratch off, tried to box us in, i flew straight up king drive (skrrt, skrrt)
we all up in the mornin’, tweakin’ on wagyu, four hundred people on live
i got into with n-ggas when i was booked, called home and told ’em to slide (told ’em to slide)

- lil scoom89

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