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rooga - scrappers lyrics

[intro: rooga]
foenem grave, got lil moe in this b+tch with me, you already know how this sh+t go

[verse 1: rooga & lil moe]
if its beef then its beef what we talking about, put that drake to your face ain’t no talking it out, when you leave out the crib i’m in front of yo house, goofy shouldn’t of let his gun on the couch, if he spin through this block then i’m bumping him down, shots out the drake got him jumping around, slide through the 8 we ain’t f+cking around, we really put n+ggas under the ground, we really put n+ggas under the street hope you coming correct when you coming to me, got a stick in the glock but the drum on the seat, just in case a n+gga think he toughеr than me, think you tougher than me you get slumped in the streets, if we don’t got that heat you get stomped out with feet, who is this n+gga that ride up the street boy this choppa on me knock the j off a jeep, if you ain’t shooting you driving, young n+ggas sliding gliding violent, i hold that drake like a maf+ckin violin ima keep shooting until i hear sirens, pulling up blasting i make them crash they hopping out falling they over dramatic, let’s see who the fastest i was just laughing, i got so close i left blood on the ratchet,(aye aye) please don’t tweak we got chop in the party, one false move and we stopping the party, but i ain’t gon tweak cause it’s bops in the party, and one b+tch tryna give me top in the party, you got bl!ck well i got bl!ck too, i’m itching just to see what this do, bl!ck one i bl!ck too he miss one i hit two, ain’t no shortage on bl!cks you f+ck around and get shorty and them hit, ain’t gotta do it that’s more of a risk put a brick on your head and just order the hit,(aye ooo aye) we at the door like you ordered some sh+t put that pipe to your head call your daughter a b+tch, i got all the money all the drugs all the funds but i feel its more of it, pop out we spot him we got him but where is yo gun we caught you without it, he tryna run but where is you going the hollow tips popping out stop all that capping, you don’t be out here so stop all that rappng boy we got some sh+t that a stop all the traffic, we turn handguns to automatics, you can get layed down like you on a palette, i used to be in the back of the back now i ride with that mac in the back of the back, make em think that i forgot about that than a week later ima come back with a tec, and now somebody shot in the back of the neck, he got away but the driver got stretched, now he left a trace cause the driver got stretched, now he just a n+gga that’s patched like the rest, i got us low ima keep shooting till i ain’t got no mo, can’t trust no b+tch so i ain’t got no hoe, if he a problem then he gotta go, watch how you talk when talk to lil moe, i got my name cause i shoot a lil moe, he tried to perform ima be at his show, them scr+pp gang members they be at yo throat,(aye) he was that n+gga that hold the bl!cks, that we always send to the store and sh+t, don’t ride up this block we a blow at ya sh+t we don’t even care if its hoes in the whip, we a still run up and put holes in the whip, that’s 2 to the neck and 4 to the hip now that n+gga dead over a b+tch, and i’m talking literally over the b+tch, i got a glock with a switch it do tricks you don’t wanna see this b+tch get to bl!ckin, and don’t think i’m slipping i stay on my pivot, i’m some like a perk cause bruins is itching, i’m itching to squeeze we got some sh+t that you wouldn’t believe 762 it’ll rip through a tree, i swear these n+ggas they different from me,(aye aye) now we on the 8 cause that’s lil folk and them block, it ain’t no telling what lil folk and them got, we be so comfortable sipping on wock to keep it real i think we k!lled all the opps, foenem they hopped on yoppas all out the window with choppas they turned ya sh+t into pasta look at ya roster you shouldn’t of bothered none of them scr+ppers, you shouldn’t a bothered them scr+ppers you could get clapped up we put n+ggas together no we put n+ggas on stretchers, we send n+ggas away forever, watch how you talk when you talking to me, you could get shot from the top of the key, watch how you walk when you walk up on me, i f+ck around leave your top in the street

- rooga lyrics

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