[Intro: Lil Scoom89]
Grr, come here
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Boy, we kill shit for real (We kill shit)
High-speed with the states, bird in the air, don't care 'cause Shaq got wheel (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Nah, I don't do liquor, only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills (I'm doin' drugs)
This bitch talkin' 'bout love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit, I can't feel (I'm not in love, come here)
[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
Can't believe I signed a deal (I signed a deal)
Still be in the trenches, out there spinnin', but blood want me to chill (Want me to chill)
Big house on the hills, bag on my head, thick bitch tryna get me killed (Grr)
Niggas act so weird, how thе fuck you gangster, but throw up on the drill? (He throwin' up)
Lovе spinnin', mama tryna pray off demons, found out I'm in love with killin' (I'm in love with killin')
Lil' boys, don't play, sit down 'cause we lay belt, someone better get they children (Grrah)
Pops got in his ways, ain't tried to claim him 'cause I was out there with it (I was out there with it)
Fuck rap, bitch, we—, come on (Fuck rap)
Fuck rap, bitch, we out, let's get it (Let's get it, let's get it)
Opps outside, come on, we bendin' (We bendin')
My bitch think I'm a ho, stop trippin' (Stop trippin')
Switch too fast, this bitch start glitchin' (Grr)
Who that? Come here, bail out, we blickin' (Come here, come here)
Young and bad, I never had went to class, I was in and out of detention (I was in and out)
When you lay that belt, they gon' clique up, shit weird, but pay attention (Grr, come here, come here)
(Y'all know how the fuck we comin')
Grr, come here
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Boy, we kill shit for real (We kill shit)
High-speed with the states, bird in the air, don't care 'cause Shaq got wheel (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Nah, I don't do liquor, only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills (I'm doin' drugs)
This bitch talkin' 'bout love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit, I can't feel (I'm not in love, come here)
[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
Can't believe I signed a deal (I signed a deal)
Still be in the trenches, out there spinnin', but blood want me to chill (Want me to chill)
Big house on the hills, bag on my head, thick bitch tryna get me killed (Grr)
Niggas act so weird, how thе fuck you gangster, but throw up on the drill? (He throwin' up)
Lovе spinnin', mama tryna pray off demons, found out I'm in love with killin' (I'm in love with killin')
Lil' boys, don't play, sit down 'cause we lay belt, someone better get they children (Grrah)
Pops got in his ways, ain't tried to claim him 'cause I was out there with it (I was out there with it)
Fuck rap, bitch, we—, come on (Fuck rap)
Fuck rap, bitch, we out, let's get it (Let's get it, let's get it)
Opps outside, come on, we bendin' (We bendin')
My bitch think I'm a ho, stop trippin' (Stop trippin')
Switch too fast, this bitch start glitchin' (Grr)
Who that? Come here, bail out, we blickin' (Come here, come here)
Young and bad, I never had went to class, I was in and out of detention (I was in and out)
When you lay that belt, they gon' clique up, shit weird, but pay attention (Grr, come here, come here)
(Y'all know how the fuck we comin')
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