los scandalous (freestyle) - blue pesos lyrics
[intro]
(hombre made the beat, d*mn it)
(gentle beatz)
b*tch
[verse]
i need a cup of mud, grab that pint out the freezer
five hundred thousand dollars off of rap, don’t try and play me
he ain’t never had a bag, clearly he too eager
all shooters on the team, we don’t hang around no weenies
five*seven put a .9 sh*ll in his beamer
couple thugs stay up, pull up, chalk a block for a feature
they thought he was a gangster, i guess looks can be deceivin’
i know some n*ggas droppin’ dimes actin’ scared, pointin’ fingers
i was told if 12 slide, you don’t gotta say a word
i’ll for surely get him whacked, i just gotta say the word
i was runnin’ all through saks with my cup, spillin’ syrup
instagram ain’t real life, don’t let him fool you, he’s a nerd
stand on what you say, n*gga, life ain’t gta
keep a hit stick for safety, i might be budda baker
i just stood on ben frank and found twenty in the safe
any n*gga in my way, i bought a fully for the brave
all these blues everywhere, i could probably start a bank
i got that duff and puff for you, just throw me fifty for the eighth
if i take him on a high*speed, i’ll for surely get away
he keep holdin’ d*ck, like what the f*ck is wrong? is n*ggas g*y?
“p, you always seem mad”, i be trippin’ everyday
i’ll just get a head nod and they’ll get him out the way
what i look like, dmac? ’cause f*ck i look like givin’ fades?
i like lean and rich b*tches, i got a very expensive taste
you ain’t gon’ end up nowhere, you always hangin’ ’round lames
got the foreigns out, actin’ ignorant, switchin’ lanes
if i make a call to rudy, red tape, yellow tape
i just sent the drop over, n*gga, how long you gon’ take?
she said, “what you want for christmas?” told my b*tch i want a k
ain’t no n*gga took sh*t so y’all could stop it with them claims
it’s two hundred on the dash like f*ck, where the brakes?
n*ggas pump fakin’, we’ll pull up trippin’ broad day
slap a b*tch with hunduns, you need some self*motivation
that advance just cleared, you should know it’s more than eighty
they say i’m dope as cocaine, but i ain’t grow up in the eighties
quit the image for the ‘gram, why he keep actin’ like a gangster?
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