Correction Lyrics Hit the Scene by Icy Narco

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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, huh, hahaha
Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin'
We killin' everybody, b*t*h, I can't leave a witness
Shootin' at that n***a mama, we gon' spare the children
I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock
Couple blunts in rotation, b*t*h, this is a hotbox
Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a n***a top
Only want big dollars, no assist, can't take no dials (No dials)
Know these b*t*hes love me, they get wet just from my rocks (Wet, wet)
f**k me for my icy watch, lil' ho get off my top (Get off my top)
Been killin' all these rappers, that's just one too many crimes, uh
Slide in the space coupe, NASA, whoa, ice on her neck Alaska, froze
All in your girlfriend camera roll, feelin' too fly like Dasah, whoa
They wanna see me down (Down), lil' b*t*h I won't go down (I can't)
Now I'm on the road out of town, they hate that I'm up right now
Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb, go ape in the booth like I'm Kong
Can't chase me a b*t*h, I want funds, that sh*t too bad for my lungs
Ravioli my sauce, and Ralph, that's my hoodie
If they ain't got money, they can't even book me
My b*t*hes be blowin' while eatin' that pu**y
I just want the top, let the gang have your coochie
Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin'
We killin' everybody, b*t*h, I can't leave a witness
Shootin' at that n***a mama, we gon' spare the children
I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty
Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop
24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock
Couple blunts in rotation, b*t*h, this is a hotbox
Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a n***a top
Clutchin' my tool
I'm ready to clash out, just like 2K, make a n***a lag out
All of that talkin', you showin' your ass now
Hittin' your pockets, I'm runnin' your stash now
Scammin' and rappin', we want all the fetty
I'm countin' up green, it's comin' like lettuce
Big gas on the low, we pull up and sell it
My mouth on zip, you know that I'm jealous
He steppin' to me, he must be on drugs
As soon as I see him, hit him with a slug
Don't f**k with these hoes
I can't show no love, do dirt on my own with me and my glove
Whoop a n***a ass, he was talkin' too tough
Up the Glock, 50 round, I'ma leave a n***a stuck
You know I'm untouchable
I can't be touched, try to rob me, better try your luck
Glizzy got a beam and the b*t*h got a p*n*s
Hit him with the heat like he livin' in Phoenix
I'm out of this world
I'm livin' on Venus, I pour up the fours, I love to be leanin'
Up the Glock on who?
I'ma hit a n***a four times, Glock 23, leave a n***a with no mind
Finessin' the city, I feel like I'm 2 Chainz
Shoot him in the back, leave him with no spine
How you gon' rob a robber? Burberry collar
Hollow tips hit a n***a, make a n***a holler
Condom on my d**k, baby, I don't need no toddler
You know I'm Jamaican, I'm hangin' with them shottas, yeah!
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Rrrrrraaaa! Yeah-yeah

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