Talkin Bout
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Scruuuly G
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What the f*** niggas talkin' 'bout?
Before I start doing this rappin', I really was slidin', suped him up and poppin' out.
My mama know I'm a shooter one time, we shootin' on camera in front her house.
I don't like shootin' out the V, when we hit they street, I'm the first nigga that bounce out.
Come through the opps and I catch me a B.
Bail out the car with no mask, bro say I'm tweakin', but these niggas know it's me.
Told bro, stop tryna drive the car first 'cause he keep wreckin' the V.
Missed the label, me and tryna go on a drill, I was in the back seat of the G.
Me plus five niggas, that's 12 guns, we tote two straps apiece.
Caught me a B in the G, then I went to the rack, where opp and swap my heat.
Bought me a chain and watch, and on my house now it's just my ice, my teeth.
I heard that weak ass diss, I won't respond, I'm just gon' bleed they street.
I'm just gon' bleed they street, run with grave diggers, blood drinkers, gotta kill to sleep.
Paid lil' bro to sit in your cut 'til he come out, tell 'em crouch and creep.
Real niggas gon' f*** with Scruuuly G, so all the gangsters speak.
Ran out of bullets on that last hit.
F*** the switch too fast.
Bailed out the back of the track with a big ass MAC, he ran for his ass on the dash.
We caught his ass out West, then trailed 'em East, blue Drake made the dumb ass crash.
Shot his ass goin' on a date, then made 'em a day broad day, we ain't give 'em a pass.
All he heard was...
Bullets went through the glass, you should've seen the s*** I seen.
We caught him and clapped, put belts to his ass.
Little b**** see I'm lit and know I'm rich, I wanna expose them smash.
Put my life on the line for the guys I killed for them and gave them my last.
You can't get no feature from me for free, f*** love, I need my cash.
We could've had a dub, if he fell slow, Blo' start shootin' before he passed.
We shot a n**** on the porch, he ain't even bow, for his b**** ass rolled in the grass.
We don't need smoke, what's-his-name, no more, he's dead ass trash.
Yeah, it's not no gas.
I'm finna pay for bodies that gave me a deal.
I don't even mean the braid.
Pistol and cash inside my mirror jeans, the reason my pants still sag.
I know you heard about my broke ass opps, no motion, they goin' out sad.
It ain't s*** for to drop a bag, or spend myself, they make me mad.
Walk inside the store and get what I want.
I don't even look at the tag.
Got on my bag, the opps been talkin' 'bout peace and tryna wave they flag.
Postin' throwback pics and old ass drip, for s*** they used to have.
Over four niggas gone because of us, they shouldn't have took that path.
We give our opp ass niggas blood showers.
We give blood baths.
Ten niggas on that block, I want ten hits, make sure somethin' down to half.
Poor ass n**** had that tryna ride for we, can't believe he died for a half.
Lil' bro got two heads to have him a glove, he need three more, do the math.
Whenever we slide down too fast, shots get fast, so don't get caught on tag.
N**** tried to diss on Vlad, then died outside, I couldn't do nothing but laugh.
N**** tried to run, we shot at his legs.
Bullets tore up his calf.
Soon as he fell on the floor, we gave him some more, walked up and pulled out my mask.
F***, f***, f***, he said he said he said he said, walked up and pulled out my mask.
F*** you do that for?
'Cause I wanna be the last face you see, n****.
My brother. Dead ass n****.
