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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Scoom89
Lil Scoom89
Performer
MAF Teeski
MAF Teeski
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian McDonald
Christian McDonald
Composer
Artem Raschepkin
Artem Raschepkin
Composer
Terrance Banks
Terrance Banks
Lyrics
Asyrion Hogan
Asyrion Hogan
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foxwhyyousogodly
Foxwhyyousogodly
Producer
Prodbyhawk
Prodbyhawk
Producer
Steven Dewey
Steven Dewey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Grr, come here
(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
I'm out in traffic ridin' fast, big-ass nickel on me
This bitch a thot, fuck with the opps, can't let her get up on me
Straight-eight, we hit the gas, we ridin' too fast, pray to God we don't kiss the curve
Thick bitch, she lookin' bad, she with her friends tryna see what's to my homies
Me and Slick jumped out with Drac' and switch, brr, hit his shit
Yeah, he died, they caught him by surprise, he should've never dropped a diss
Get his bitch, she lookin' at me hard, I think she want some dick
Fresh up on them hits, jump out in Rick, gon' shoot 'til this bitch click
Yeah, you can't pop out with the gang, your gun hold less than fifty
Any time I popped out on a drill, you know my gun got emptied
Thirty on wrist and in my mouth, that's a cool sixty
Shake the haters off, they only mad just 'cause I'm rich and litty
Yeah, this the new 392, nah, this ain't no Hemi
Pull up dumpin' Draco rounds, three got hit, but the rest got itchy
Paid his own man just to backdoor his ass, this shit got sticky
Know we all as one, me plus lil' bro equal Scoom the city
Yeah, Scoom the city
They jumped out on him, they did his ass like Ricky
Draco on my lap, Slick call my phone, hold on, I'm in the bity
Brand new Glock, this bitch came with a box, might as well just stuff a titty
Bronem get on point, tryna slime somethin' out 'cause lil' bro actin' iffy
Jump out blowin', Slick get on my side, okay, we finna get him
Belt to ass, he thought he was Swazz, this switchy bound to get him
Lil' bro drench him, we got up and blitzed him, hot shit in his system
I ain't gon' say no names, talkin' 'bout, "Last laugh," I catch him, I'm gon' kill him
Send my dogs to get him, if we catch an opp, then kill him
We'll pull up jumpin' out the Veno or dumpin' out the rental
Chase him in the dark just like boogie man, I'm tryna get him
Ten-ninety a pair, my whole closet filled with Amiri denim
Book me for a show, watch me walk in that bitch with all my members
If we into with you, I'm tryna knock you off and all your ****
We was blowin' a ten, fin and chop, he don't know what hit him
My big brother on his way to a bag, I told him, "I'm comin' with you"
Bro got lo' on an opp, want me to chill, but, shit, I'm comin' with him
Lyin' to all these bops like he be slidin', lil' boy, he's not a killer
Blowin' triggers, everybody clutchin' a pipe, ayy, bro, get on them ****
He got a Glock, but I got a button on my mine, stop playin', this bitch shoot quicker
Bad hoes, I like 'em Kandi type, but mostly short and thick
New Glock, I don't want the standard kit, big bro, throw me the stick
Swap the switch, man, Slick want 5.56s, some shit that leave you drenched
Bend right out of the car, we gotta get close, make sure that we don't miss
Written by: Artem Raschepkin, Asyrion Hogan, Christian McDonald, Terrance Banks
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