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cometh - lil sccrt lyrics

[intro]
villa bruc made the beat
gang, gang

[verse]
yeah, smoke out the front door
so i dare a f*ck n*gga try come to the back
big gun on me, get left where you at
you thought it was sweet and got knocked off the map
you came in with her, but i’m leavin’ with that
she with all her friends, i got gang in the back
ayy, we some young n*ggas, ya’ll like how we swag
ayy, yeah, some broke n*ggas don’t get to no bag
he wish he was me, but that boy doin’ bad
ayy, pick up them tools, for that muhf*ckin’ stash
say, i’m goin’ fast
say, get on his ass
say, big gun on me, get left in the past
ayy, b*tches on me, ’cause they like how i swag
you don’t got no benz, go get you a bag
i walk up, it happened, i won’t look it back
man that [?] the plug, b*tch i made it a pass
balenci’ i step in that muhf*ckin’ class
f*ck the teacher, detention, i won’t go to class
made that bag on yo’ head, put a price on yo’ head
if yo’ n*gga wan’ die, he gon’ die where he stayin’
with that chop’ in my hand, give a f*ck where he land
i’ma pull up and shoot up, the bullets his face
uh, (psh), yeah
i’ma just pull up with muhf*ckin’ toolie tucked
he can get hit with this chop’ like the toolie tucked
i’m in the cut with this sh*t like i’m uzi
she think i’m bougie
she wanna do me
i’m with the booth with no pack like i’m tunechi
i got the b*tches, they give me that coochie
i’m rockin’ gucci, she rockin’ louis
i made a play on the plug, touchdown
we got the [?] and the drugs, what now
i got the chop’ with a stick, n*gga f*ck down
don’t give a f*ck, ’cause i’m shootin’ it up now
she in the back of the room gettin’ bust down
check out my diamonds, i really wan’ bust down
won’t talk to you, ’cause my diamonds all iced out
i’m in the back of the coupe with the light out
n*ggas wan’ be me, they copy my lifestyle
yo’ b*tch, she on me, she just want the pipe now
i got the pipe on my hip, n*gga pipe down
he wanna run, he get hit for his lifestyle
i got the drugs and the drip
two liter the soda, pour up in this b*tch
if you not my brother don’t throw up that 6
’cause you n*ggas be goofies, ya’ll actin’ like b*tch
[outro]
gang, yeah, yeah (grrra), yeah
sccrt, gang
lemme hear that shirt
woah, gang, sh*t
lil sccrt, gang

- lil sccrt lyrics

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