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put in park - lil scoom89 lyrics

[intro]
(judeh productions)
grrt
come here

[chorus]
don’t p*ss me off ’cause i’ll be quick to hop back in that car (i’m in that car)
i rap and clap, go ask the streets, b*tch, i’m a shootin’ star (grrt)
chase sh*t for real like track and field, he thought he was gon’ make it far (come here, come here)
we bounced out the ride with switch and drac’, last thing he heard was, “bah”
i ain’t gon’ troll, that sh*t for kids, but i’ll really hurt they heart (i hurt it)
fatso a b*tch, he ain’t on sh*t, lil’ boy better play his part (better play his part)
ride back*to*back in them foreign cars and all these push*to*start (back*to*back)
go ask the opps, that micro drac’ six*two put sh*t in park (put sh*t in park)

[verse]
if you ain’t gon’ slide about that glock, then, boy, get off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
he slapped a b*tton up on his glock and still died with his switch (grrt)
i’m in my bag, switched up my swag, i might just throw on rick (i throw on rick)
i been knew that he died before they did, i was right there on that hit (i was on that hit)
them 5.56s, .223s had left his taco split (it left it split)
they ass used to be dancin’, reawake and ain’t ever blew that sh*t (they never blew)
if they want war, just let me know, real quick to send that blitz (i’ll send that blitz)
got down for his carti’, he want it back, come get it off my wrist (i’m on the 9)
before this rap, been touchin’ racks, since fifteen, i been rich (i been rich)
got tired of .9s, it’s ’bout that time to upgrade to a nick’ (to a nick’)
i left my old b*tch in the past, my new b*tch comin’ thick (she comin’ thick)
foenem be on point while they outside, don’t play, they flippin’ whips (they flippin’ whips)
i see a face, man, stop this car, bail out, and get up quick (grrt)
i grew up fast, i can’t be mad, this lifestyle got me lit (it got me lit)
address the beef, said they was trollin’, guess they ain’t on sh*t (they ass a b*tch)
he fell in love, he could’ve been sent above, but slimed him for his kit (he sent him up)
ayy, lil’ bro, hit the gas, i think there go the d*cks (skrrt)
if i jump out with this new beam, i promise i ain’t gon’ miss (ain’t gon’ miss)
he got some j and movin’ fluky, i see he a l!ck (he a l!ck)
fazo ass a goofy, tryna beef, he still mad ’bout his b*tch (that boy’s mad)
i see an opp, pull out my glock and shoot ’til this b*tch cl!ck (did it cl!ck?)
this lil’ b*tch bad, but heard she burnt, so i’ll just take the lips (take the lips)
i’m rockin’ red like i was blood, but know my pockets crip (my pockets crip)
we jump out so fast, he tried to run, blew shots and he had slipped (grrt)
[chorus]
don’t p*ss me off ’cause i’ll be quick to hop back in that car (i’m in that car)
i rap and clap, go ask the streets, b*tch, i’m a shootin’ star (a shootin’ star)
chase sh*t for real like track and field, he thought he was gon’ make it far (come here, come here)
we bounced out the ride with switch and drac’, last thing he heard was, “bah” (bah, bah)
i ain’t gon’ troll, that sh*t for kids, but i’ll really hurt his heart (i heard i hurt it)
fatso a b*tch, he ain’t on sh*t, lil’ boy better play his part (better play his part)
ride back*to*back in them foreign cars and all these push*to*start (back*to*back)
go ask the opps, that micro drac’ six*two put sh*t in park (grrt)

- lil scoom89 lyrics

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