letra de scary 2 - marrgielaa
[intro]
aye yuh b-tch
[verse]
i’m sticked up in the trap wit the gang
f-ckin that b-tch i don’t know her name
see 12 then i turn to usain
i ain’t the side n-gga i’m the main
if he talk down bullet skraight to his brain
i’m off the percs, n-gga i’m insane
n-gga get shot reachin for me chain
i’m on the block, n-gga wit the gang
you ain’t in the skreet, n-gga you a lame
she wanna f-ck cause i got fame
she wanna f-ck me n-gga for my diamonds
s-s-straight to the top n-gga yea i’m climbin
b-b-boy you ain’t solid n-gga why he lyin
i just took yo b-tch and i had you cryin
i just took yo b-tch you tried endin yo life
i’m only at home n-gga f-ckin yo wife
gun on my side i ain’t using knife
if it’s on sight i don’t wanna fight
glock in my left hand perc in the right
f-ckin yo b-tch and i’m doing it right
masked up go hit a stain late night
i’m in thе dark, i don’t f-ck wit light
i’m in the dark but my diamonds still shining
i’m smoking trees like i came from thе island
b-tch you the plug, n-gga i’m supplying
oh that’s yo man’s? n-gga well he dyin
oh that’s yo man’s? we put him in the ground
spinning yo block and im gunning you down
i’m in the trap, n-gga moved the pounds
i’m in the uh, wait
caught that n-gga man this sh-t gon get scary
f-ckin on hoes i don’t wanna marry
f-f-f-ckin on hoes man i’m not tryna cuff
i’m from the skreets where this sh-t get rough
n-ggas be cap acting like they tough
how many guns? b-tch i got enough
how many guns? i got plenty
outta this world, i feel like 20
h-how many hoes? n-gga i got many
look at my tee, n-gga and it’s fendi
my diamonds cold, feelin like benji
walk down ima slide wit a semi
run down on em and the stick fully auto
we k!lled yo brother, can’t see you tomorrow
you don’t got sticks? n-gga you can borrow
my life a game n-gga grand theft auto
my life a game n-gga gta
i’m on the block trappin everyday
get to the money n-gga anyway
never lackin gotta walk wit a k
run to the bag i ain’t doin no race
come to the spot wit a mask on my face
shoot at the witness n-gga f-ck a case
i’m in the trap and i’m makin plays
g-gotta a stick and i run in yo place
i’m off a perc n-gga i’m in sp-ce
don’t come near b-tch i need my sp-ce
oh that’s a thot kick her out my place
oh that’s a thot, f-ckin dip
glock on my side, stay on my hip
i’m in my bag, n-gga like chips
where is yo brother? n-gga r.i.p
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