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otm - scram lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
the truth, n+gga (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 n+ggas
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’, n+ggas 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 b+tch 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 sh+t
what you did for me, n+gga? i don’t owe you sh+t

[chorus: blue pesos]
(sh+t)
scram, n+gga, down goes the opp
if he don’t get to movin’, we gon’ clear this whole block (sh+t)
scram, n+gga, i know you see my posse
if you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel
scram, n+gga, you don’t really want no issues
scram, n+gga, ‘fore i really have to k!ll you
scram, n+gga, ‘fore i top shot your friend
scram, n+gga, ain’t no problems, you a fan (sh+t)
scram, n+gga, you don’t really want no issues
b+tch
scram, n+gga, ‘fore i top shot your friend
[verse 2: yung angel]
scram, n+gga, have to bounce down your block
seen humpty dumpty sittin’, i had to scramble his top
walk around, you a joint, that is somethin’ that you not
big blower [?] homie, that is somethin’ y’all ain’t got
mean muggin’ when you see us, you don’t really want these issues
we just whacked another opp, get his mama a box of tissues
he’s a n0body in his hood, that mean n0body’s gonna miss you
hold on, holy water on his grave, pastor ralfy, had to bless you
skrrt off in this coupe, d+mn, this life’s kind of special
d+mn, this b+tch was lookin’ cool, i’m tryna fit her in my schedule
scram, n+gga, you don’t really want these extras
tryna do it, but the stincs do it better
scram, n+gga, you’re not up on our level
i got the drop, let’s go rock out, heavy metal
banana clips and ruler sticks, we finna change the weather
b+tch scram after i hit, we do not go together

[chorus: blue pesos]
(sh+t)
scram, n+gga, down goes the opp
if he don’t get to movin’, we gon’ clear this whole block (sh+t)
scram, n+gga, i know you see my posse
if you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel
scram, n+gga, you don’t really want no issues
scram, n+gga, ‘fore i really have to k!ll you
scram, n+gga, ‘fore i top shot your friend
scram, n+gga, ain’t no problems, you a fan (sh+t)
scram, n+gga, you don’t really want no issues
b+tch
scram, n+gga, ‘fore i top shot your friend
[verse 3: duffy]
sh+t, scram, i don’t know you, n+gga
opps throwin’ temper tantrums, mad they ain’t f+ckin’ with us
i’ll smoke a n+gga, n+ggas broke, they need to mind they business
“duffy, what you on?” flu flammin’ on the road with fullies
sh+t, this n+gga police, n+gga, scram
big boy chain on me, i’m these lil’ n+ggas’ dad
play ball with the stincs, you should know who run the land
three b+tches comin’ home with us, that’s a grand slam
beat it, kick rocks, get lost, all of the above
b+tch, stroke, just hit, let’s see how quick we blow a dub
i just let her hold my gun, shawty wanna be a thug
don’t mind that power on the rug, i’m mud walkin’ with the plug (ugh)
one time comin’ the only time i run
i just hit her one time off the perc’, now she in love
all this chili baba stackin’, i ain’t arguin’ with scrubs
i’m already high as f+ck, i’m just smokin’ opps for fun, n+gga
if i’m wrong, let the devil be the judge
stinc team, b+tch, we trippin’ until all the beef is done
b+tch, don’t ask me ’bout the city, know we got this sh+t on lock
chop suey, had to blow him out his boots and his socks, we know the truth

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