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t.scam - freestyle lyrics

[intro]
i swear that’s ekayy
grrr
su, suwoo
gang, gang, gang, gang, you know who it is already
sting like aybee
big rassclart t.scam, fresh home
you know the f+cking vibe
free the hitters, shout the k!llers, man
some agb, fsg, nrb sh+t
ay, tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold
suwoo

[chorus]
active gxng (gang), anything goes (goes)
running it up, ain’t got time for hoes (hoes)
zks, hand tings, rusty poles
how you scream rip when you left your bro? (how?)
i was looking at fifteen years
but i start done magic like dynamo
i’ll jump out, bait with my peers
swing, ching and ruin your clothes
active gxng, anything goes
running it up, ain’t got time for hoes
zks, hand tings, rusty poles
how you scream rip when you left your bro?
i was looking at fifteen years
but i start done magic like dynamo
i’ll jump out, bait with my peers
swing, ching and ruin your clothes
[verse 1]
my east ting wan’ do it like burner and steff (rude one)
but i’m in the t, and bro’s being a chef (ah)
boxes get shot like reckz
pebs fly like lebz, tryna send out a text
s, s and s, that’s chests and necks
don’t care if your wham, try rip through pecks (ching, ching)
if you’re from the 5 then you know the vibe
get caught on a glide, might end up dead (bow)
i’ma lean out the ride on a gang ting with this hand ting
and let sweeties fly out the star (skrr, skrr)
i’m with my bros in the stolen car
someone show me where the opp boys are (where they at?)
corn move quick, so you better run far
buck a opp in jail, that’s an insta alarm
sit on the fence, keep thinking we’re calm
’till you see a firearm at the end of my arm (true)
i don’t know for these brand new goons (goons)
they jump on tunes then jump in zoots (zoots)
then their mumzy jumps on the news
and told the whole world they was a good yute (d+ckhead)
golden, brown with the tightest cooch
she gon’ suck my d+ck in this coupe (sweet one)
she said she wan’ yuck me all the way home
now, one more way, choosing the long route (badders)
if you see my boys in the hood
better run off quick, or you’ll end up like minty (ricky)
rams in and out now, my blade’s all sticky
clean and dash it, and my grub like vicky (true)
my hands in the air, i ain’t doing a wave
hand ting or the gauge, i ain’t really picky
you gon’ take shots if broski turn up
now, you’re on the floor, feelin’ more than tipsy
you don’t wanna buck broadday assassin
he’ll put a bell, firm in your head like a durag
‘cah if you will throw up a 5, or 2
now, he’s sitting in heaven thinking “why did i do that?”
i heard my man wanted to rap
now, he can spit bars with biggie and 2pac (ha)
i’ma jump out the ride like “who’s that?”
back my wap, try send him to the gulag (dead boy)
i came out of jail then went back in
my shank went in and it came back out (phew)
i just sent my brownie, roll quickly
this wap in her house, and my kids in her mouth (heh)
she’s arching her back on the sofa
i pull out and buss all over the couch (uh+ha)
them man there jus’ do it for the clout
and i highly doubt that they gonna ride out (uh+ha)
i got no remorse for these opps
bro died, i was riding out non+stop (bap, bap)
since then bare man got got
three man got dropped, see their face on a t+shirt top (lol)
i been touring this block for hours
this bike keeps cl!cking, i’m feeling hot (hot)
but i can’t take this bally off my face
so once again, that’s scam in the dock (godd+mn)
he got cheffed and sent to the doc’
but the doc’ couldn’t save him, his heart really stopped (true)
you don’t wanna see ba taking shots
if you’re in his lens then you’re gonna get topped
try ride, and the script got flipped
he got chinged and chopped
man, i guess that flopped (jokeman)
this wap is holding down my pops
the rambo’s unclipped, and the handy’s copped
[chorus]
active gxng (gang), anything goes (goes)
running it up, ain’t got time for hoes (hoes)
zks, hand tings, rusty poles
how you scream rip when you left your bro? (how?)
i was looking at fifteen years
but i start done magic like dynamo
i’ll jump out, bait with my peers
swing, ching and ruin your clothes
active gxng, anything goes
running it up, ain’t got time for hoes
zks, hand tings, rusty poles
how you scream rip when you left your bro?
i was looking at fifteen years
but i start done magic like dynamo
i’ll jump out, bait with my peers
swing, ching and ruin your clothes

[outro]
swear that’s ekayy
sting like aybee

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