CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Scrappers
Foenem grave, got Lil Moe in this b*t*h with me
You already know how this sh*t go
If it's beef then it's beef, what we talkin' about
Put that Drake to your face ain't no talkin' it out
When you leave out the crib I'm in front of yo' house
Goofy shouldn't of let his gun on the couch
If he spin through this block then I'm bumpin' him down
Shots out the Drake got him jumpin' around
Slide through the 8, we ain't f**kin' around
We really put n***as under the ground
We really put n***as under the street
Hope you coming correct when you coming to me
Got a stick in the Glock but the drum on the seat
Just in case a n***a think he toughеr than me
Think you tougher than me you get slumped in the streets
If we don't got that heat you get stomped out with feet
Who is this n***a that ride up the street?
Boy, this choppa on me knock the J off a jeep
If you ain't shootin' you drivin'
Young n***as slidin', glidin', violent
I hold that Drake like a mo'f**kin' violin
I'ma keep shootin' until I hear siren
Pullin' up blastin' I make them crash
They hoppin' out fallin', they over dramatic
Let's see who the fastest I was just laughin'
I got so close I left blood on the ratchet (Ayy, ayy)
Please don't tweak, we got chop in the party
One false move and we stoppin' the party
But I ain't gon' tweak 'cause it's bops in the party
And one b*t*h tryna give me top in the party
You got blick, well, I got blick too
I'm itching just to see what this do
Blick one, I blick two, he miss one, I hit two
Ain't no shortage on blicks
You f**k around and get shot in the head
Ain't gotta do it that's more of a risk
Put a brick on your head and just order the hit (Ayy, ooh, ayy)
We at the door like you ordered some sh*t
Put that pipe to your head, call your daughter a b*t*h
I got all the money, all the drugs, all the funds but I feel it's more of it
Pop out we spot him, we got him but where is yo' gun?
We caught you without it, ayy
He tryna run but where is you goin'
The hollow tips poppin' out stop all that cappin'
You don't be out here so stop all that rappin', boy
We got some sh*t that a stop all the traffic
We turn handguns to automatics
You can get layed down like you on a palette
I used to be in the back of the back
Now I ride with that MAC in the back of the back
Make 'em think that I forgot about that than a week later
I'ma come back with a TEC
Now somebody shot in the back of the neck
He got away but the driver got stretched
Now he left a trace 'cause the driver got stretched
Now he just a n***a that's patched like the rest
I got us low, I'ma keep shootin' 'til I ain't got no more
Can't trust no b*t*h so I ain't got no hoe
If he a problem then he gotta go
Watch how you talk when talk to Lil Moe
I got my name 'cause I shoot a lil' moe
He tried to perform I'ma be at his show
Them Scrapp Gang members, they be at yo' throat, damn (Ayy)
He was that n***a that hold the blicks
That we always send to the store and sh*t
Don't ride up this block, we a blow at ya sh*t
We don't even care if it's hoes in the whip
We a still run up and put holes in the whip
That's 2 to the neck and 4 to the hip
Now that n***a dead over a b*t*h
And I'm talkin' literally, over the b*t*h
I got a Glock with a switch it do tricks
You don't wanna see this b*t*h get to blickin'
And don't think I'm slippin', I stay on my pivot
I'm some like a Perc 'cause bruins is itchin'
I'm itchin' to squeeze
We got some sh*t that you wouldn't believe
.762 it'll rip through a tree
I swear these n***as they different from me (Ayy, ayy)
Now we on the 8 'cause that's lil' folk and them block
It ain't no tellin' what lil' folk and them got
We be so comfortable sippin' on Wock'
To keep it real I think we killed all the opps
Foenem they hopped on yoppas
All out the window with choppas
They turned ya sh*t into pasta
Look at ya roster
You shouldn't of bothered one of them scrappers
You shouldn't a bothered them scrappers
You could get clapped up, we put n***as together
No, we put n***as on stretchers
We send n***as away forever
Watch how you talk when you talkin' to me
You could get shot from the top of the key
Watch how you walk when you walk up on me
I f**k around leave your top in the street
You already know how this sh*t go
If it's beef then it's beef, what we talkin' about
Put that Drake to your face ain't no talkin' it out
When you leave out the crib I'm in front of yo' house
Goofy shouldn't of let his gun on the couch
If he spin through this block then I'm bumpin' him down
Shots out the Drake got him jumpin' around
Slide through the 8, we ain't f**kin' around
We really put n***as under the ground
We really put n***as under the street
Hope you coming correct when you coming to me
Got a stick in the Glock but the drum on the seat
Just in case a n***a think he toughеr than me
Think you tougher than me you get slumped in the streets
If we don't got that heat you get stomped out with feet
Who is this n***a that ride up the street?
Boy, this choppa on me knock the J off a jeep
If you ain't shootin' you drivin'
Young n***as slidin', glidin', violent
I hold that Drake like a mo'f**kin' violin
I'ma keep shootin' until I hear siren
Pullin' up blastin' I make them crash
They hoppin' out fallin', they over dramatic
Let's see who the fastest I was just laughin'
I got so close I left blood on the ratchet (Ayy, ayy)
Please don't tweak, we got chop in the party
One false move and we stoppin' the party
But I ain't gon' tweak 'cause it's bops in the party
And one b*t*h tryna give me top in the party
You got blick, well, I got blick too
I'm itching just to see what this do
Blick one, I blick two, he miss one, I hit two
Ain't no shortage on blicks
You f**k around and get shot in the head
Ain't gotta do it that's more of a risk
Put a brick on your head and just order the hit (Ayy, ooh, ayy)
We at the door like you ordered some sh*t
Put that pipe to your head, call your daughter a b*t*h
I got all the money, all the drugs, all the funds but I feel it's more of it
Pop out we spot him, we got him but where is yo' gun?
We caught you without it, ayy
He tryna run but where is you goin'
The hollow tips poppin' out stop all that cappin'
You don't be out here so stop all that rappin', boy
We got some sh*t that a stop all the traffic
We turn handguns to automatics
You can get layed down like you on a palette
I used to be in the back of the back
Now I ride with that MAC in the back of the back
Make 'em think that I forgot about that than a week later
I'ma come back with a TEC
Now somebody shot in the back of the neck
He got away but the driver got stretched
Now he left a trace 'cause the driver got stretched
Now he just a n***a that's patched like the rest
I got us low, I'ma keep shootin' 'til I ain't got no more
Can't trust no b*t*h so I ain't got no hoe
If he a problem then he gotta go
Watch how you talk when talk to Lil Moe
I got my name 'cause I shoot a lil' moe
He tried to perform I'ma be at his show
Them Scrapp Gang members, they be at yo' throat, damn (Ayy)
He was that n***a that hold the blicks
That we always send to the store and sh*t
Don't ride up this block, we a blow at ya sh*t
We don't even care if it's hoes in the whip
We a still run up and put holes in the whip
That's 2 to the neck and 4 to the hip
Now that n***a dead over a b*t*h
And I'm talkin' literally, over the b*t*h
I got a Glock with a switch it do tricks
You don't wanna see this b*t*h get to blickin'
And don't think I'm slippin', I stay on my pivot
I'm some like a Perc 'cause bruins is itchin'
I'm itchin' to squeeze
We got some sh*t that you wouldn't believe
.762 it'll rip through a tree
I swear these n***as they different from me (Ayy, ayy)
Now we on the 8 'cause that's lil' folk and them block
It ain't no tellin' what lil' folk and them got
We be so comfortable sippin' on Wock'
To keep it real I think we killed all the opps
Foenem they hopped on yoppas
All out the window with choppas
They turned ya sh*t into pasta
Look at ya roster
You shouldn't of bothered one of them scrappers
You shouldn't a bothered them scrappers
You could get clapped up, we put n***as together
No, we put n***as on stretchers
We send n***as away forever
Watch how you talk when you talkin' to me
You could get shot from the top of the key
Watch how you walk when you walk up on me
I f**k around leave your top in the street
