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letra de grey tac - scarlett parker

grey tac lyrics
[intro: scarlett parker]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: scarlett parker]
grey tac, you still lookin’ for some payback?
uh, yeah, i’m still in debt, but i don’t even pay tax (what?)
was assigned cool at birth, yeah, you can call that acab
this road still rocky but i’ll get back at ya asap!
yeah, yeah, yeah, a thousand words, yeah, i paint that
huh, anything you want, yeah, i can portray that, huh
you gon’ run away, but still, ya comin’ straight back
posture ain’t great, you don’t even got a straight back, back
yeah, yeah, what’s with all of the madness? uh
stop makin’ up characters just to get mad at, huh
this ain’t the type of sh-t you listen and get sad at
but even when it comes to that, you seriously arе bad at, huh
writin’ without a purpose, i’m not great at, huh
but like lil chubbbz, you know i’m gonna spray that, huh
him and i, wе don’t even really go way back, huh
but if doper’s on, you know i’m gonna play that, uh
yeah, i’m still in debt, could do with mr beast
but i flow so well, you know i never missed the beat
ain’t like eminem, comin’ with the k!llshot
the grey tac, i spray that and make that the k!llshot
yeah, yeah, it gets kinda insane
i don’t even play the game i make reference to, it’s lame
but, but, wait, wait, won’t you even let me explain?
shoutout to small tibble or whatever, huh, yeah, okay
yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
[bridge: toxiplays]
ayy, ayy, what?
hehe, what?
y’all should’ve never let me on this beat, bruh
now i gotta demolish it like i always do!

[verse 2: toxiplays]
it’s insane i pull up with a grey tac, okay, man
we gon’ come a long way from donuts in the maybach (ayy, ayy)
scarlett and i, we ain’t a test, bro, you can’t pass me (no)
anarkh1st knew the vibes, so shoutout mr. wasky
but, really, uh, don’t forget i’m armed, i don’t play doh (grrah)
like lasky’s child, i might leave you with a halo (grrah, ayy)
get it? “angel”
i been here too long to keep on playing (woo, ayy, what? what?)
i’m molding while tryna stay faithful (faithful)
even tibble couldn’t explain your burial (he couldn’t)
k!ll these rappers first thing in the morning, call ’em cereal (cereal)
if you dissin’, scope in, this a warning, brah (grrt)
this might just be a shotgun but i still got the k!llshot (ayy, what? k!ll, woah)
used to ask, “when’ll the bills stop?” (man)
now that a homie is on, i wonder, “when’ll the bills stop?” (ha!)
when i saw my first mill, got a little granular (for real)
that grittiness and wittiness combined’ll make a n-gga manage ya (what? what? what?)
double pump will damage ya (ayy)
trouble up? then scavenge ya (boom!)
even if i get some mad, i’m still a savage, yuh (ayy, ayy, yuh)
coming up, and stabbing pr-cks who think that they can challenge us (what? what? what?)
love is love, but some of you rappers ain’t on my caliber (ayy, ayy, ayy, wait-wait), heh
ha, i still got it, yo
you in the lobby, off of the grid, lookin’ like fivio
and i do it all for the kids, shoutout to carly though
anarkh1st gon’ cause an end to this, go and start the show, ayy
[bridge: anarkh1st]
yuh, what?
okay, uh, uh, uh
huh, what?

[verse 3: anarkh1st]
mental corruption, like my brain gon’ static
man, i’m so high up, mic was stuck in yo’ attic
got more record scratches on me than an addict
watch, only cuts on me clean are the paddock, uh
no cuts on my wrist, i never been depressed
say i rap like cole, go diamond, you stay pressed
repressed ’cause i left him spinning like vinyl
we the best, two taps, hit his head, next spinal (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
hit ’em heads, shoulders, and the knees and toes
my heart grows colder as i’m beatin’ these foes
i’m k!lling it so cold, call me dead of winter
stay bold, more fire than the pfp for tinder
mornin’ wood, stuck in you like a splinter
branch out as i drop the logs, callin’ it timber, uh
k!llin’ it, astroworld, i say, “get to smooshing, g”
be honest, r. kelly, the first one “pushing p”
that’s shockin’, spell my name with the benjamins
who you rockin’? run the game, sour with the lemon in
call ’em t, no pain, runnin’ the game
chick on me, she faint, juice said, “girls all the same”
grey tac? nah, man, scarlett knows i been gold
stay back from the paper, only time i ever fold
been cookin’ in the kitchen, mixin’, hit up toxi
man, you chicken, but i’m more sicker than the poxx be, yuh

- scarlett parker

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