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lil scoom89 - drench em lyrics

[intro]
frr, 7 block
bah, bah, bah, bah

[verse]
uh, uh, lil’ darro tried to run, but ain’t get far ’cause they had drenched him, uh (drench)
lil’ wreck tried to run, but he had died ’cause they had drenched him, uh (drench)
travo in my lungs, check the score, they know we blitzed him, uh (blitz)
scream out, “f+ck the pocket,” smokin’ lil ant ’cause they miss him, uh (f+ck the pocket)
lil’ sco like to troll, when he get caught, then they gon’ drench him, uh (let’s get it)
moe ‘nem got the lo’, no sittin’ around, man, let’s go and get him, uh (check it out)
bj talkin’ sh+t all on the live, but know i b+tched him, uh (he runnin’)
speakin’ on my name, so i can’t wait ’til we come k!ll him, uh
drench him, drench him, drench him, drench him, drench him, we gon’ drench the ‘raq (drench his ass)
slidin’ back to back, we catchin’ faces, lil’ bro hit his hat (come here)
thinkin’ with his d+ck, we left him dead, he out here chasin’ cat
headshot, face shot, back shot, chest shot, leg shot, yeah, they know it’s that (frr, go)
boy, your ass a lie (lie), you must wanna die (you must wanna die)
all my k!llers different, they the type to k!ll a fly (grrah)
i bounce out the back, start tossin’ sh+lls and let his mama cry (ah)
hop out on they block, start takin’ pics ’cause we know they sh+t dry (they sh+t dry)
we make n+ggas run, but they actin’ tough, i don’t know why (why?)
ask the guys, i’m never lackin’, snuck my bl!ck through in the y
type to hit his head and leave him dead, then tell his dumb ass, “bye” (bye+bye)
talkin’ to the dead, i hit the death, i’m tweakin’, low+key high (d+mn)
kenken got the wheel, he dog the straight too fast, the scat pack fly (skrrt)
switches blow, we up on score, them n+ggas mad it ain’t a tie, uh (brr)
dissin’ double r (huh?), now that n+gga dead (ha+ha)
real track star, but not this time ’cause he got hit in the head (come here)
“scoom, why you keep dissin’ all the opps?” ’cause i never cared (you know that)
lil’ bro playin’ green ’til we pull up, start leavin’ sh+t on red (skrrt)
we put sh+t to bed, a brand+new glock, this b+tch filled up with lead (uh)
switch up on the back, if i get caught, then they gon’ send me fed (nah)
feelin’ like big worm, i’ll send a hit if you play with my bread
i’m out in the trenches, f+ck these b+tches, left that ho on read (dummy)
shout+out to the moes (shout+out), shout+out to the hoes (d+mn)
man, the ‘raq so wicked, they got females sharin’ los (ah)
all my shorties vicious, they be itchin’, quick to take a pole (give me that)
man, we f+ck sh+t up, get suited up, too quick to take a soul
he think it’s a game ’til we pop out cuts and let it blow (score)
goofy tried to trade his pipe, they left his dumb ass in the snow (snowman)
i ain’t slackin’, i’m on go, not his legs, aim at his ‘fro
got big gds droppin’ rakes, but talkin’ ’bout gds in the door (uh)
not the head, i want the throat (uh), got her slob all on the floor (uh)
and they know that i been snappin’, this the hardest sh+t i wrote (uh, uh, uh)
we out here clappin’ sh+t for real, really hit sh+t on them drills (bah)
they was out here barbequin’, left his brains all on the grill (i want a hit)
slidin’ sober, f+ck a pill, love this sh+t, it give me thrills (it give me thrills)
we was out there in that jungle, so many nights i ain’t have a meal (b+tch)

- lil scoom89 lyrics

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