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letra de off the grid freestyle - scarlip

[intro]
grrah
grrah

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m smoother than a baby ass
see through ’em like a cup of glass
red beam, that’s that n-gga ass
and i got a couple hundred in the—
you better knuck if you buck, n-gga
don’t got my glock, you in luck, n-gga
if i had my glock, you’d be stuck, n-gga
and i empty the clip on a f-ck n-gga
that n-gga fruity, just give him a pebble
i don’t think you can hit ’em through this metal
n-ggas be talkin’, but quick to reb-ttal
i talk to my angels, but dance with the devil
i swear that boy is a dumb-dumb
bullets gon’ fill up his tum-tum
bon appétit, n-gga, yum-yum
just call him ricky the way that he run, run
to me, he was an average kid
but me? i was a savage kid
i walk in the start and start blastin’ sh-t
if you give me the grip, then i’m blastin’ it
[verse 2]
d-mn, grrah
you thought i was feelin’ you?
only thing that i’m feelin’ is dominos
and i ain’t got time for those
get what i want, thеn i’m tellin’ him adios
you thought i was feelin’ you?
understand that i’m tryna get rid of you
i’m thinkin’ ’bout еndin’ you
i’m thinkin’ ’bout uppin’ and splittin’ you
and i’m blowin’ up, know they can’t stand me
keep a glock ’cause it might come in handy
and i’m k!llin’ ’em, call me a plan b
keep two glocks in the head, won’t jammy
call me timmy, don’t pray that i turn her
if he move iffy, i reach for the burner
you ain’t ride for your mans like hawk ’em
i’ll leave ’em stuck in the middle like malcolm

[verse 3]
too many
too many glockies
i got the swag, i got the glam, the drip
look at the fl!ck of the wrist
look at my ‘fit, look at the way that i drip
n0body as cold as this
n0body could rock with the flow like this
n0body could ride on the beat and just slide on the beat and start makin’ it blow like this
he really a trip, i told him i gotta dip
got options, i don’t gotta pick
ask him what he like most about me
he said it’s the scar on my lip
[verse 4]
mm, i’m gettin’ ripped tonight
r.i.p. that p-ssy, ayy, i’m goin’ in tonight, gang
i’m steady poppin’ my sh-t, i be droppin’ my sh-t
p-ssy boy, ho, just watch who you with
i bring the tooly out, no, i don’t fool around
i f-ck around and i empty the clip
scoop me the dude
i got the grip and i’m aimin’ at you
watch how you talkin’, just watch how you move
i cook him up, fry him up like some food
d-mn, yikes, yo
he’ll be a dead man
aim for his head like a headband
snitchin’, he rattin’, he talk to the feds, man
so he know that he is a dead man
he dumber than dumb
ride with the draco, i murder the drum
don’t want no smoke, it ain’t beef for your lungs
i am not you and i’m not one of them
d-mn, yikes, yo
he’ll be a dead man
aim for his head like a headband
snitchin’, he rattin’, he talk to the feds, man
so he know that he is a dead man
he dumber than dumb
hmm, hmm
he dumber than dumb

- scarlip

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