scru face jean – bbl drizzy freestyle lyrics
[intro]
um
now, i ain’t got no problems with drake, not at all
but when metro boomin make a beat and challenge every rapper out there
oh, you know what i gotta do, oh, you just know
’cause, ladies and gentlemen, hip hop is a sport
i just happen to play it better
my name is scru face jean, and i’m pretty freaking awesome
um, i said
[verse]
santa, i’m gifted, the sh+ts in the bag
n+ggas be spittin’, i listen and laugh
the day that i give any n+gga a pass
is that day that i actually listen to vlad
i know that you n+ggas a b+tch and a half
the way that i’m spittin’, a clip is attached
two mini dracos that sit in the back
got two baby drac’s like i’m drizzy the dad
huh, i made a buck fifty, no i ain’t cut witcha
i’m up, n+gga, in five months, i’m some n+gga
it’s love, n+gga, i ain’t tryna throw slugs witcha
if a n+gga was, then we’d put you up with the cups, n+gga
and you don’t wanna f+ck with the quiet hundred round drum n+ggas
up the drac’s in silence, just shut up and make them drums hit ya
seein’ h+ll, way that i’m driven, should have a cdl
liftin’ all you fake+ass b+tches, ain’t talkin’ bbl
i be for real, we tryna be billionaires, boy, i’ll be pharrell
and if you mean to stop us, we’ll lean and pop ’em like d4l
it’s down to the wire, i’m omar, avon, and stringer bell
doper than a narco, tell pablo his sh+t is in the mail
k!llers on the street with them shotties that take the biggest sh+lls
one pump’ll change your whole night, n+gga, ask cinderell’
no disney tale ’cause life ain’t no movie, there ain’t no script, and well
if there was, them sh+ts a dud ’cause most of ’em ain’t written’ well
twin f&ns, they my little friends, call ’em chip and dale
’cause you gon’ need a f+ckin’ rescue ranger when you hit for real
i’m sick as h+ll, n+gga, we say your name ‘fore we lit the l
quick inhale, revenge taste sweet, but got the sickest smell
boy, my sh+t is soundin’ so sick that it’s gettin’ sickle cell
’cause all i know is bars, on god, should be tellin’ prison tales
boy, my name is holdin’ so much weight, it’s startin’ to tip the scale
tell vlad that he could get mixed perfect, my beats is ill
you n+ggas weak as h+ll, my heart is bleedin’ still
twin bl!cks, tamara might not hit you, but tia will
jesus will take the wheel
’cause i’m about to crash, i need a belt
you actin’ like you’ll flash out, you need to chill
these n+ggas make me laugh now, i see chappelle
the problem is you assed out
ain’t talkin’ bout rizz when they bring the mac out
i cashed out, you seen my last show? that ho was packed out
a packed house, potato on that b+tch, don’t get mashed out
don’t back down, “somebody once told me”, n+ggas smash mouth
man down, when sh+t get too hot, n+ggas get fanned down
used to wanna take the camp down, but n+ggas fans now
[outro]
hahahahahaha, face
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