lirik lagu lil scoom89 - not a diss
[intro]
grrt
if it’s some bread up on the head, no matter the cost, go get him (come here, come here)
(et pluto goin’ crazy, man)
y’all know how the f~ck we comin’, we steppin’ on y’all necks
yeah, grrt, come here
[verse]
if it’s a bag up on his head, for bread, we goin’ to get him (come here, come here)
pass out body bags, toe tags and send n~ggas to the ‘spital (grrt)
make sure he doa when we go slide, last time, he left in critical (left in critical)
bounced out arp, i bet this 5.56 f~ck up his mental (come here, come here)
brand~new binary just filled up with lead, i call this b~tch a pencil (grrah)
we ain’t talk in days, she text my phone, d~mn, bae, know i miss you (yeah, i missed you)
micro drac’ beat through his tissue (beat through his tissue)
big~ass sh~t shoot like a missile (like missile)
lil’~ass 9, boy, you wastin’ time, you better go get a nickel (grrah)
she eat d~ck like it’s a pickle
don’t suck the b~lls, my sh~t gon’ tickle (sh~t gon’ tickle)
don’t play with bronem, they gon’ drench you (drench)
he don’t play ball, so they had benched him (sittin’ on bench)
the opps not up on sh~t, he seen my face at hyde park and i b~tched him (his ass a b~tch)
caught him out in traffic with his b~tch, he died before she kissed him (skrrt, brrt, bah)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ridin’ in exotic (come here, come here)
nah, i wasn’t surprised, he tried to hide, we still had ran his pockets (ran his pockets)
my lil’ shorty shoot just like james harden, ballin’ like the rockets (grrah)
this lil’ b~tch a fan, called me her man, i told that b~tch to stop it (b~tch, stop it)
arab homie, amf
i bust a right, 12 bust a left (skrrt, skrrt)
roll up the opps, i’m smokin’ death
i’m doin’ wrong but still be blessed (still blessed)
walkin’ to the store, caught with his cousin, shot all in the chest (grrah)
dumpin’ ‘bows from cali to the ‘raq, i really smoke the best (smokin’ death)
can’t say much ’cause buddy checked
them chopper sh~lls beat through his vest (brrt, bah)
them face shots f~cked up his flesh
five n~ggas dead, gotta get the rest (get the rest)
d~ck all in her throat, she finna choke, this b~tch finna make a mess (ew)
dissin’ all on live, we caught him loafin’, put that boy to rest (grrah)
[outro]
y’all know how the f~ck we comin’
we steppin’ on necks all 2024, grrt, uh
come here, come here
come here, come here, come here, come here
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