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letra de ruff ryding - scum lord d!zzy

[intro]

i can’t give ’em no options
(clap clap) when we know we n-ggas poppin’

[hook]

yes, i’m on my sh-t
why these, n-ggas, on my d-ck
why these, hoes, be watchin’
i just, know they, can’t stop me

[verse 1]

ain’t no stoppin’, i can give ’em no option
why am i watchin’, when they know we the n-ggas that’s poppin’
lord speak spirits like creole
my wrist froze, so frio
i fix homes like depo
scummin’ through ya’ block like debo
got these n-ggas chain slow
can’t hide nuttin’ from the gand doep
f-ck the world hard like bang bro’s
wanna be a demon turn ya’ h-rns to a halo
my mic k!ll arch angel
hardcore sh-t no quavo
top boy sh-t no drake though
i got the six in the frenzy
i gotcha’ b-tch in the benzy
i got that sh-t they gone envy
opps could hit with a weggie
‘cuz none of these n-ggas are deadly
none of my n-ggas are friendly
i am their kindness and grace
i took the power from hate
i put them back in their place though
‘cuz i’m
[hook]

yes, i’m on my sh-t
why these, n-ggas, on my d-ck
why these, hoes, be watchin’
i just, know they, can’t stop me

[bridge]
big boy sh-t {4x}
i am too tall to act small
i lost some n-ggas i’ll ball for ’em all
i gave my all to them all
they just complained i’m too raw for them dawg

[verse 2]

all my n-ggas bust they guns, heavy
sg where my dogs at
shooter gang scum gang
clique, b-dub gang sh-t
l block been on that!
this sh-t here ain’t neeeww to me
seventeen with jacob jeeeeewelry
everyday living in a moviiieeee scene
a script for a crip thats cool to see
like trees in a cool breeze
bad trench, take me
where the palms at
i snoop on ya’ block when you and ya’ dogs at
never had a dre, but wave make comrades
n-ggas feel a way where i stomped at
suckas gone hate, tryna say he can’t come back
i’m mischievous and i love that
pull up on ya’ mom like a don, where ya’ son at
you know the mood, playing in the streets then you move by the rules
stay on ya’ feet if you snooze you will lose
watch what you see or get viewed on the news
these n-ggas be swinging in feuds, we sing you the blues
that chopper hit high notes
don’t you speak on my name
you will die slow
i bring heat to ya’ flame
when i’m ya’ fire low
fry you like spyro
blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, b-tch a thug is a thug
best have a vest, catch a slug from the scum
tec hit ya’ chest, knock the drugs outcha’ lungs
that’s how you smoke a n-gga, gotta’ open n-ggas, spill they guts like a dutch for the dung
b-tch i turn nuttin’ to something
go dumber the dumb
you hoes better run to ya’ guns
six years old and my son got a gun
we hunting for the funds like it’s fun
dead shot, hit you once and ya’ done
jamrock, when we come with them drums
son, (yes i’m on my sh-t)
[hook]

yes, i’m on my sh-t
why these, n-ggas, on my d-ck
why these, hoes, be watchin’
i just, know they, can’t stop me

- scum lord dzzy

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