letra de scripture - weiland
[intro]
you wanna go to war? you wanna go to war?
[verse]
glock 17, and it got a beam
walk up in the party, buddy, please don’t make a scene
shoutout to my p.o., yeah, he let me sip the lean
and i got them big bucks in these greg lauren jeans
fed his -ss some percs, turned his -ss to a fiend
i went universal, i put chrome hearts on my t–th
his b-tch playin’ mommy, yeah, she let me suck the teat
i was down bad, yeah, i could barely eat
i ran through his pockets, i put prada on my feet
i ain’t tryna link up, i ain’t tryna meet
came in with a tesla, draco in the backseat
got his p-ssy -ss runnin’ like a track meet
i can’t hang with you, yeah, b-tch, i’m too elite
i just wrote up scripture ’cause i know that’s what you need
finesse him out his funds, yeah, b-tch, i play for keeps
you can’t sip my lean, you not on my team
shootin’ sh-t for fun, yeah, you jumpin’ like a bean
flexin’ on his -ss, yeah, my pockets real mean
heard you lost a pack, then you out of luck
glocky drum mag, b-tch, you better duck
you just wifed a nat that i used to f-ck
styrofoam cup, better double-up
p-ss my bro the cup, tell him, “pour me up”
always break bread with my lil’ pups
they gon’ want your head if you set me up
his pockets looking dead, yeah, they looking rough
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