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screwly g - confidential lyrics

[intro]
(andre, run it up)

[verse]
can’t keep rappin’ about murders and bodies, gotta keep that confidential
pull up, bp truck with a hundred somethin’ plus, i’m ridin’ presidential
police tryna indict for all the sh+t i be sayin’ on these instrumentals (f+ck)
i wanna k!ll the opps so bad, i ain’t have no car, i’ll spin out a rental, uh (grrah)
uh, dear baby lord, i’m a sinner
n+gga keep beatin’ his b+tch, he mad at me ’cause she wanna be with a winner
n+gga ain’t got no money, she ain’t been eatin’, it look like her waist got slimmer
she wanna be my ms., i just wanna f+ck, i don’t wanna be her mr.
i don’t trust none of these n+ggas, when you come around me, don’t get on the phone to whisper
know you can die for a caption or likin’ they status, last n+gga died for a picture (grrah)
catch me a n+gga in traffic and i’ll get active, it’s hard to control my temper
you can’t tote that gun, if you ain’t caught one, what the f+ck you gon’ do with a pistol?
alright, uh, i told ac let me out
‘member one time i was blowin’ this b+tch so fast, i shot my window out (grrah, grrah+grrah)
we got the drop to his crib, i ain’t shootin’ up sh+t, i’ma wait ’til his ass come out (uh+huh)
how many times he dissed my dog, that’s how many times he gettin’ shot in the mouth
i ain’t no regular rapper, i love to spin, n+gga, we drill for real
i ain’t just puttin’ this gangster sh+t on beats, we really k!ll for real
before i wave my flag or truck my tail, n+gga, i get in the field
before i do a drill, let me tuck my chain, n+gga, i’m worth some m’s (grrah)
caught the curb in the big+body range rover truck, almost flattened the wheel
n+gga ain’t spilled no blood or stepped on sh+t, i really know how that feel (uh+huh)
n+gga be comin’ on hits just to act like a b+tch, n+gga be actin’ like steel

i know a n+gga got shot in his face, uh, left like emmett till (rrah)
told these n+ggas i was gon’ get rich in the future, n+gga, i felt like phil
before i started doin’ this rapping and caught me a buzz, i ain’t know nothing but k!ll (rrah)
i can go do me a drill and function sober, other n+ggas need a pill (b+tch+ass n+ggas)
alright, uh, catch a hat, give me a thrill
murder for hire, i’m droppin’ the bag on opps, i’m tryna get n+ggas k!lled (uh+huh)
it’s finna be a whole lotta blood and brains all over the place, shouldn’t’ve gave me a deal
f+ck the feds and the dea, i heard them crackers on my heels
jump in the v and catch you a b with me, i’ma show you my murder sk!lls (uh+huh)
tryna put the people in the smoke, when i get his lo’, i’ma show him we purge for real
tryna d+ck ride for views and post my songs, he don’t even know the words for real
first time blowin’ the chopper, lil’ bruh was shaking, i told him to hold it still
n+ggas done postin’ they block, they know i’ll pull up fast, they know i will
pull up, ff, blast, left on his ass, kept shootin’, that’s an overk!ll
i don’t be stuntin’ these n+ggas when they talk that sh+t, these n+ggas be hoes for real
n+ggas punch holes in the walls when they get mad, i put holes in opps for real (rrah)

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