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scar-l - gucciak47s lyrics

riding around with the scar*l
take his wig take his dreads we gon’ raise h*ll
we dont respond to a white flag ref gon’ ring the bell
saw him at the station heard the p*ssy telled
riding round in a street racer
dont quiz me i’m a test acer
i bet the glock will face her
bullets fast as my ferrari got him spazzing like a tazer
riding around with the scar*l
take his wig take his dreads we gon’ raise h*ll
we dont respond to a white flag ref gon’ ring the bell
saw him at the station heard the p*ssy telled
riding round in a street racer
dont quiz me i’m a test acer
i bet the glock will face her
bullets fast as my ferrari got him spazzing like a tazer
left a green flag on his body because we left him dead
had to go get a new one
had to make the bandana red
because you know i dont f*ck with the blue ones
a bullet hit his head
finish him off in my black 1’s
b*tch ass talking with the feds
4 officers on me had to run
lay them down like a bed
in my amiris and white 1’s
i was running off the meds
trust me its not fun

heard the opps think we cool
shoot up their block like a school
and you know i keep a tool
hit them with the stick like pool
he got caught lacking like a fool

extended clip like a ruler
you go fast but my whip cooler
moving work like a mover
presidential on me like hoover
they see my whip and say d*mn like hoover

riding around with the scar*l
take his wig take his dreads we gon’ raise h*ll
we dont respond to a white flag ref gon’ ring the bell
saw him at the station heard the p*ssy telled
riding round in a street racer
dont quiz me i’m a test acer
i bet the glock will face her
bullets fast as my ferrari got him spazzing like a tazer
riding around with the scar*l
take his wig take his dreads we gon’ raise h*ll
we dont respond to a white flag ref gon’ ring the bell
saw him at the station heard the p*ssy telled
riding round in a street racer
dont quiz me i’m a test acer
i bet the glock will face her
bullets fast as my ferrari got him spazzing like a tazer
get the president joke?
might take too much pills and overdose
or i could do a death hoax
get an opp dead like a death note
get my d*ck in your b*tch throat
broke ass eating grits and oats
and its moncler the coat
in my notes
where this masterpiece was wrote
dont even mean to gloat
but i got h*lla planes and boats
h*llla whips and the mansion got a moat

bullets send that b*tch up
heard the news and poured a 40 in my cup
the k!llers come in and i say sup
ask me did i see the news i say yup
its on sight for pgf nuk
heard an opp got lit at the gas pump
find where he hang and we jumping him
my gang evil and we corrupt
dont try to interrupt
because bullets will dump
throwing hands so he left with a head lump
codeine cough syrup
my b*tches ass real plump
leave a p*ssy ass slumped
its up and stuck
just bougth a rolls truck
bullets have him struck
my aim on point not no luck
if i dont want to shoot on his head ill leave a few bucks
rest in peace to duck
we bdk and we dont give a f*ck
riding around with the scar*l
take his wig take his dreads we gon’ raise h*ll
we dont respond to a white flag ref gon’ ring the bell
saw him at the station heard the p*ssy telled
riding round in a street racer
dont quiz me i’m a test acer
i bet the glock will face her
bullets fast as my ferrari got him spazzing like a tazer
riding around with the scar*l
take his wig take his dreads we gon’ raise h*ll
we dont respond to a white flag ref gon’ ring the bell
saw him at the station heard the p*ssy telled
riding round in a street racer
dont quiz me i’m a test acer
i bet the glock will face her
bullets fast as my ferrari got him spazzing like a tazer

i made him shake up like a tazer
bullets lethal get him gone like an eraser
everybody know im a rich gangster
a real opp chaser
make a psusy run like a pacer
scar*l got attachments and lazers
ice up on my neck like glaciers
sitting in my thousands of acres
bullets only graze me cut like a razor
i ain’t a time waster
i renemeber when i was recording raps on my acer
heart breaker
i could take your b*tch break her heart and tell her see you later
throw him in the woods like nature
im a soldier like a major
everybody know im greater
making bands and paper
got him k!lled for free because k!llers owed me a favor
real big player
i been zipping sh*t you could ask the mayor
weed in the vacuum seal container
im a block painter
paint your block red k!ll you and your neighbor
i ain’t tyler but im a creator
creating chaos on the block we ain’t making it safer
no its not safe because we are bringing the danger
shot up his car had it towed away like mater
these bars hot like the equator
i rule the block im the dictator
i could leave your brain with a crator
explicit sh*t parental disclaimer
heard these b*tches salty tell them to savour
save your food and make a prayer
tell the feds this ain’t real im just an entertainer
f*ck you p*ssy b*tches always being haters

this a scar*l not a ptr
gravediggers what we are
better run very far
bullets riddling his car
as a rapper i raise the bar
he think he a gangster because he a superstar
he got no bodys he subpar
his skull shatter like a fallen jar
brand new rolls f*ck a cop car
brand new scar*l not a guitar
i walk around and tote that big scar
burning rubber burning tar
burning paper burning cigars
laugh to the bank like har har har
he want to spar but he dont want war
he say he gon slide but his cousin friend and brother dead how bizzare
he leave beat up like harpers bazaar

but i’m not nicki
my b*tch got sticky
but i’m picky
take your b*tch and pull a quickie

because i’m lit
made him rage quit
p*ss on his grave then spit
bars hot need an oven mitt
he got murdered live but its not a skit
hes dead thats legit
everyone knows im the sh*t
this p*ssy fed b*tch he a jit
hit him like tag guess hes it
bullet hit him now he in that wheelchair and he sit

he can’t get up
get the drop and his b*tch set him up
red on his shirt this not ketchup
i’ll chase him down you can catch up
the bullets and his face met up
told that b*tch im fed up
hop out on a b*tch like heads up
he got lead up
we drive off we sped up
we send all them up
be the leader of the block i stepped up
he thought it was a date he even dressed up
he was in our trap he got sent up
we spin again if we messed up
doctor here for him but its not a check up

- gucciak47s lyrics

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