
Scram OTM (Ft. Yung Angel)
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[Intro: Blue Pesos]
The truth, nigga (Viper)
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Let it rip like a Beyblade, the whole thing, his head spinnin'
John Madden hit stick on me, finna blitz niggas
You sure you wanna start that beef with us? We pack plenty fullies
Them SIs shinin' kinda hard, but you can't fool me
This chain a pretty penny, it be blindin', niggas look at me
Cold case, I hit him in his face, I just flatlined him
Ten minutes, beat the beat up, just ask Viper
What's up? I thought you had a problem with me, why you so quiet?
Get your bitch on a leash, choosey Susy, finna splash on her
Disgustin', hit him with a K, I feel like Ted Bundy
Mussle out the window, showboatin' when wе hit corners
Sweet Jesus, screamin' from this cannon, shoot a horror movе
It's like The Exorcist, the cold demons steppin'
I got my flow from the don, I'm heaven sent
Flu flammer, rule breaker, but sure don't listen to shit
What you did for me, nigga? I don't owe you shit
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
(Shit)
Scram, nigga, down goes the opp
If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit)
Scram, nigga, I know you see my posse
If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel
Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues
Scram, nigga, 'fore I really have to kill you
Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend
Scram, nigga, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit)
Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues
Bitch
Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend
The truth, nigga (Viper)
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Let it rip like a Beyblade, the whole thing, his head spinnin'
John Madden hit stick on me, finna blitz niggas
You sure you wanna start that beef with us? We pack plenty fullies
Them SIs shinin' kinda hard, but you can't fool me
This chain a pretty penny, it be blindin', niggas look at me
Cold case, I hit him in his face, I just flatlined him
Ten minutes, beat the beat up, just ask Viper
What's up? I thought you had a problem with me, why you so quiet?
Get your bitch on a leash, choosey Susy, finna splash on her
Disgustin', hit him with a K, I feel like Ted Bundy
Mussle out the window, showboatin' when wе hit corners
Sweet Jesus, screamin' from this cannon, shoot a horror movе
It's like The Exorcist, the cold demons steppin'
I got my flow from the don, I'm heaven sent
Flu flammer, rule breaker, but sure don't listen to shit
What you did for me, nigga? I don't owe you shit
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
(Shit)
Scram, nigga, down goes the opp
If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit)
Scram, nigga, I know you see my posse
If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel
Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues
Scram, nigga, 'fore I really have to kill you
Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend
Scram, nigga, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit)
Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues
Bitch
Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend
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