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hof crowd diver - scrumbleman lyrics

[intro: scrumbleman]
yeah, b*tch
yeah, no cap
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
yeah

[verse 1: scrumbleman]
tell the custos i need five for a ‘bow
i ain’t comin’ out the booth, i need ten for a show
this a redeye, b*tch, how the f*ck i’m goin’ slow? (yup, yup, yeah)
this a redeye, b*tch, how the f*ck i’m goin’ slow?
if you wasn’t spinnin’ blocks, then you can miss me with that bro
this that dsm sh*t, why they tryna steal our flow?
since he thinkin’ with his d*ck, we finna send his lil’ ho
crash in sports mode, i’m gettin’ st*rdy on a b*tch
heard it’s fifteen on his roster, i’m puttin’ fifty in the clip
put a six up in the pop so it’s dirty when i sip
when i catch you and your mans, i’ma turn you to a spliff

[verse 2: babytron]
sh*t, me and turkey rollin’ out the zip
this a pint with the plastic, i ain’t pour it out a fifth
r.i.p. hutch, all these vvs got me glowin’ through the tint
when it came to giffies, you ain’t have no motion like the grinch
catch an opp, blow his candles, leave him open like a gift
you can’t go and pay your rent, but bet i throw it in the strip
whitest cartiers, it look like it’s some lotion on the stitch
sh*t get deep, i’ll leave him in the ocean with the fish
how you wanna play it, doggy? (how?)
let the feds come around, i’ma say this coffee
used to play the shooter, now i’m wonderin’ wraith it cost
sippin’ all that green, i’ma think that you hang with donkey (ha)
[verse 3: scrumbleman]
feel like mjpaid, out the window yellin’, “gang”
walked down, walked down, we’ll leave him with a stain
i might play the wide body, you can’t fit up in this lane
i be jumpin’ in the crowd, all these b*tches say my name
all these b*tches say my name, you don’t know how that feel
’cause i walked in with the pints, all them b*tches came sealed

[verse 4: babytron]
it ain’t wock’ around, i’m catchin’ chills
it’s a load on the way, i told cuddy catch the pills
you see this lil’ b*tton? if i press, they k!ll
told lil’ brodie hit the shot, i’m tryna test his sk!ll
sh*t, that’s a headshot, what you think?
extra clip, grip, and a red dot, godd*mn

- scrumbleman lyrics

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