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buck into opps - ​t.scam lyrics

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[intro]
fsg, fsg, fsg

[verse 1]
fsg, finesse, stack and grind (you know)
bro finessed amm’ for the 10
then i boom this track, got dime, that’s twice
you should’ve seen jon jon’s face, when dotty was in his eyes
like, asav ain’t on p*ss, i whacked his head and he just won’t slides
like, how can i beef this guys? (d*ckheads)
and heard that opps are bad now (yeah)
i beg you don’t vex me, and i heard [?] is a shoota
then he must be shooting like headski (huh)
he must be shootin’ like crouch (huh)
i ching any opp, no doubt (true)
[?] was on the ends, so we boom his trap and [?], what
lemme switch that flow, t.scam with the rambo
thеy know*know, chit*chat, back that, dip that, do up his belly, chest, or his throat
get opps, and i don’t fly o
i stay in еnds, dish weed and coke (tru)
we’re on, and the opps dem know (tru)
we’re on, and the opps dem know, like

[chorus]
skatty got in his back, aim that wap
boom bow, double tap
get down opps, don’t care if they lack (boom*bow)
buck into opps and opps do [?]
skatty got in his back, aim that wap
boom bow, double tap
get down opps, don’t care if they lack
buck into opps and opps do [?]
[verse 2]
se got cheffed in his face, i done that quick, i didn’t think twice
skatty got done in a party, [?] just come for the wines (hahaha)
my man got smacked and robbed for his watch, all know he can’t tell the time (d*ckhead)
that yute hold 4 in cres, how did he not lose his life?
bolo buds, cocaine rocks, what you need? t.scam got
back that rambz, tear skin and top
worthless b*tch, i just want slop
life corn, that’s a 20 gauge dotty (boom*bow)
brown and bad, she’s a thotty
she’s saying she can suck this d*ck
but, can she do that properly? (oh, no)
tman got a man in his chest (true)
kojo could teach you how to press (true)
how many man got got with my rambzy?
all now, i ain’t been [?] chef, that’s fine, that’s cool
i call my rambo “aqua splash” (why?)
cah left my man in a pool
guns and knives, we got h*lla tools
and it’s nothing but facts
why you think that feds did raids?
and feds where looking for a wap
we, do a lot for the bands
why you think [?] my man’s trap?
lp busses, [?] open
gimme the f*ckin food and the racks
or i’ll blow your brains of the map
run up in traps, run up in flats (true)
run up in homes, how many times i sat in the cells
you would’ve thought scam was a chromosome
if it ain’t money, just leave me alone (leave me)
i only talkin’ pounds, creep up slow
don’t make a sound or this will bang you and leave you in the ground, boo*boo (boo*boo)

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