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scopin - k-fix lyrics

scopin lyrics
[hook: sampled]
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot

[verse 1: k*fix]
coming and shedding my mind
gimme the .9, making my n*ggas sublime
full of the pine, don’t be talking the sh*t, n*gga, unless you willing to die
fools to be getting to flying, all of my enemies finna be hit with the .9
chopping their b*tches and dropping them n*ggas all up in the ditches, i’m bucking ‘еm down
ain’t f*cking around, i’m sicker than them and i’m packing the mеtal, i bet i’ma dead ’em
i’m devilish, and i’ma wet ’em; instead of a gun, a machete gon’ hack off a piece (just ’cause i’m a beast)
i’m ready and willing to get ’em because i’m a villain and chilling in front the crib where they living, as soon as they coming i’m poppin’ and put ’em to sleep
it’s krucifix up on the throne and i’m packin’ a chrome and i bet i’ma stay on the creep
i’m packin’ and hecklin’, what is embedded, a predator, bet i’ma prey on the weak
i’m fiendin’ for death every day of the week
because i’m a nemesis, ready to get ‘em and fill ‘em with venom
the bullets will riddle ‘em, hit ‘em, my n*gga, don’t play with a g
you f*ckin’ around with a k!lla, my n*gga, that’s sicker than syphilis
grippin’ the smith and it’s finna get buck when i come on the premises
hop on a track and i’m finna be takin’ it, k!llin’ it, rippin’ it, keep it authentic
you fakin’, i’m livin’ it, what you be spittin’, i’m really off in it; the blood, i’ma spill it
i’m poppin’ ‘em, watchin’ ‘em lay on a tree
and then they be dippin’ and catchin’ my cut
ain’t leavin’ the premises, up in the truck
and i’m headin’ right back to the hideaway right away, leavin’ no evidence, f*ckin’ ‘em up
i’m as sick as a fool and i’m gripping the tool
and i’m ready to run, they gon’ duck when i buck ‘cause i’m packin’ official artillery, finna get with it, them b*tches be bakin’ in dust
i’m ready for drama, so what’s up?
trippin’, the gun’ll go buck*buck
?send on a hundred pals? and i’ma come and i get ‘em, my n*gga, you f*cked up
murder a menace, i’m bringin’ it ‘cause i’m a demon, i’m sinkin’ my t**th into meat
i’ma ?hit on this, stay gettin’? full of the weed and i’m creepin’ and leavin’ a busta
steady be thinkin’ of devilish thoughts ‘cause i’m a wizard, i’m breakin’ ‘em all
puttin’ ‘em up in the freezer, then choppin’ ‘em up into pieces and leavin’ ‘em lost
throwin’ their bodies all up in trunk when i knock ‘em out, leak ‘em, he’s hit with the pump
and i’m bringin’ the heat with the gun, i’ma reach up and comin’ so lethal, believe what i’m talkin’ ‘bout
totin’ ‘em thangs, like what’ll blow out your brains when i’m aimin’
then knockin’ ‘em off of the mountain, i’m takin’ up off of the surface
broken halo entertainment
finna murder the game if it’s [?], we puttin’ the bodies all up in a he*rs*
[hook: sampled]
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot

[verse 2: da menace]
i’m the third level menace, mane, f*ck what you say, hoe
don’t test me, ’cause i’ll break your halo
ride past your household, n*gga better lay low
’cause, when i see a b*tch, i’ma let them thangs blow
creepin’ in a bush, smokin’ on some kush
with that beam on his ass, shoot this n*gga like i’m django
when it comes to my foes, yeah, i’m quick to slay those
buck ’em down real quick, i don’t ever play, hoe
f*ckin’ with the right n*gga at the wrong time
i’ma use my .9 and drop you like a dime
aim for your dome, turn your brain into slime
you won’t see it coming like your ass was blind
blasting all you hoes, any place, any time
hating on us ’cause we blown up like mine
so many motherf*ckers don’t wanna see us shine
always ten toes down yeah we stay on our grind
k!lling you is oh so simple
we popping triggers like they pimples
f*ck these guns, we got missiles
our murder rate is about to triple
my soul full of rage, now it’s time to grab the gauge
gotta put in some work ’til these f*ck n*ggas in their grave
these voices in my head got me feeling so crazed
i’ma be this way ’til the day that i’m dead
but a n*gga like you won’t see tomorrow
once i drop you with a hollow
in the back of a he*rs* is where you’ll be
now your family filled with sorrow
to you n*ggas rapping hard
got a pistol in my hand, spitting sixteen bars
and i’m out here lurking in the dark
waiting on the right time to pull you apart
[hook: sampled]
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot
i got that gauge 38 and that four*five glock
deep in the bushes, see i’m scopin’ with that red dot

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