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scrim - #drugflow 2 intro lyrics

[intro: $crim & producer tag]
drug flow (this a scrim beat!)
yeah!

[verse: $crim, producer tag & trap+a+holics]
blunt full of k!ll bill (woop!)
cashed out now these bills k!ll (trap+a+holics! woop!)
she pop her p+ssy, and i pop a pill (aah!)
till my death i swear to god, i’ma keep it trill (amen)
muddy cup with some jolly ranchers (woop!)
triple stacks, call them power rangers (woop!)
no new friends, so motherf+cking stranger (f+ck ’em!)
you hear “this a scrim beat” you know that it’s a banger (bow+bow!)
smoking weezy, double cup of drake (ah+hah!)
call it that weezy ’cause i can’t feel my face (ah+hah!)
call it that drake ’cause all these hoes want a taste (okay!)
call it that drake ’cause all these hoes want a taste (okay!)
new rapper, and i’m three tapes in (yeah!)
you been at it six years, no fans, just friends (ha ha!)
let’s be real, don’t pretend
everybody don’t make it (ah+hah!)
how you thirty years old and still ain’t got no placement ([?])
rappin’ in your mama bas+m+nt, no talent, you basic (woop!)
show at the same places, cry with the same faces (woop!)
is you faded? are you tripping? ’cause to me this sh+t too easy (woop!)
got more money on my feet than you make in one whole evening (woop!)
fairytale motherf+ckers, tryna make believe ’em (yeah!)
my hoes change with the season, f+ck them for no reason (aah!)
ass black, fat and tall (yeah!)
sipping on that houston, shining like paul wall ([?])
this that og honky, all these p+ssies on me (woop!)
so i treat ’em like them hoes and tell them “b+tch, get off me” (woop!)
then i go and rob they money, then i go and f+ck they honey (bow+bow!)
scrimmy two guns, shoutout my homie sonny (rrah!)
i’m too trill for these phonies, y’all ain’t even in my league ([?])
got these b+tches sucking d+ck while i just blow my weed (okay!)
arms tatted sleeve, sipping on that lean (yeah! yeah!)
b+tch, whatchu mean you ain’t ‘gon f+ck the team, hoe? (ah+hah!)
[outro]
scrim, drug flow
i’m high as f+ck
yeah, we smoking
stay smoking
you know i stay on smoking
you know i stay on smoking
i’m a fiend for that potion, that potion
yeah, g+59
rep till i die
by the way, i ain’t even no f+cking rapper
and i’m k!lling these boys
just funny how it

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