War Time Lil Scoom89

[Intro]
(Oh, Snapp)
You already know how the fuck we comin', man (I know the gang, man)
7 block, Burley Boyz
Bounce out, clap him, if you ain't doin' that, the fuck on

[Verse]
It's war time, better have your gun when you outside (When you outside)
Movin' flukey with his pipe and he got opps, that's how he died (Boy, you got opps)
I'm a real face, can't talk all that gang shit on the Live (Nah, I can't talk)
I'm on probation, don't be around me flickin' up guns, I ain't got time (I'm on probation)
I got two hoes, thick and fine, they tryna pop out, spend some time (Man, come pop out)
Yeah, I fuck a lot, but no bitch on this Earth can say she mine (That ain't my bitch)
Fell in love with chops and big-ass Glocks, we still get wild with nines (Grr)
Wе don't answer for the opps, they tryna talk, wе out here slidin' (Man, we in traffic)
I'm off all the drugs, I miss my thugs, you die you play with mines (Man, R.I.P.)
When I lost blood, that shit had left me scarred, was too much on my mind (Man, way too much)
I ain't scared of shit, got niggas textin' me, "Catch you, you dyin'" (Well, come and do it)
Fell out with my dog 'cause he a rat, should've told 'em you was blind (His ass a rat)
In that straight with Drac' up on my lap, on Lake Shore, yeah, we flyin' (Yeah, yeah, I'm flyin')
Got caught up, she tell me that's her brother, I know that bitch be lyin' (Her ass cap)
I ain't gotta slide, my brothers told me, "Rap and we gon' step" (Man, go ahead rap)
Five eyes be around his neck, we snatched that bitch because it shine (Man, your shit took)
Call me Lil Scoom, yeah, that's my big brother, but I ain't forty (Nah, I ain't forty)
Long live Double R, was out here fuckin' shit up as a shorty (Long live Double R)
In the lab cookin' up with twin, we just like Rick and Morty (Like Rick and Morty)
She off Casamigos tryna fuck, I know that bitch was horny (Ha)
Diss the guys, boy, you corny, leave him dead for talkin' shit (Brr)
They ass slid and heard that Glocky stutter, yeah, bitch, this a switch (Grr)
We don't shoot out cars, get up on feet, yeah, we love to blitz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Headshot, his brains leakin' out, now his shit look like grits (Uh)
Pop out, play ball, shots fired, ball game (Ball game)
Hoppin' out, we tappin' on they dreads, gave them a bald fade (Gave him a bald fade)
7 block, catch me on Burley block trappin' in hallways (7 block)
Different Glocks, we spin through different blocks tryna catch a face (Catch a face)
Dead, that's what he get, they bounced out fast, they left him DOA (He DOA)
Blick us up, don't do no cliquin' up, bitch, know we EBK (Yeah, bitch, EBK)
Actin' tough, we catch him walkin' up, that switchy ate his face (Grr)
You gotta get up on 'em, don't shoot from far when you wanna slide with Drac'