lirik lagu scooby stackz - ot
[intro: scooby stackz]
(what you wanna smoke, some zazas? i brought a ‘bow out)
come on
[verse 1: scooby stackz]
was trappin’ out a zip, broke it down and went and bagged up (uh~huh)
beat your b~tch, went and f~cked her friend and one got backed up
puttin’ n~ggas in position, blessed ’em all to pass trump
i’m on the eastside coolin’ and zooted with a strap tucked (for real)
don’t believe the hype, n~ggas be cap, sh~t be gassed up
n~gga smokin’ blockwork to the dome, got a bad lung (uh)
n~gga went and thought he had the ups, that’s a bad one (never)
she got a waterpark, slip and slide, sh~t be mad fun (yup)
any problem, talk to the chop, i got my mask on
at the trap baggin’ it up, could call the trap phone
beat her doonies down with a bro, i broke her backbone
yeah, she ain’t bust at first, nah, i send her back home (for real)
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
i been ot for two weeks straight, i wanna go back home
you know i had to look out for my mama, that’s my backbone
he runnin’ like this track, that’s because his track’ gone
don’t make me push a b~tton to the back if a n~gga act bold
yeah, if a n~gga act wrong
before the rap, was pushin’ packs and gettin’ scats gone
thought i broke my arm when i shot the strap because it cracked wrong
all your mans don’t be your mans for real, watch that back door
huh, the front door a no~no, come to the back door
this b~tch got a whole n~gga, but her sh~t smack, though
bro put three~fives in the ‘wood, the whole pack gone
go ahead and try to press me, get fapped on
[verse 3: scooby stackz]
press the b~tton on this b~tch if he act wrong
man, i beat the block down and made a rap song
bro said don’t trip about that pape’ ’cause the racks long (no)
i stay sippin’ on this cup, man, this act’ strong (uh)
n~gga, he ain’t thinkin’ with his head, now his cap gone
she tryna argue, i’m tryna f~ck, what’s the facts, though? (for real)
she blew a n~gga for a band like a saxophone
then she went and brought her friend, had to smack both
had to take a trip ot ’cause my trap gone
dior, ysl, now it’s rick owens
threw the striker in sport, got this b~tch flowin’
not tryna sip on this drink, but i keep pourin’
[verse 4: babyfxce e]
huh, i’m tryna go to chrome heart, who gon’ set up my appointment?
don’t blow me up before we f~ck, b~tch, that sh~t be annoying
that 308 too d~mn big, bro, i can’t even point it
i need to clear that sh~t up in the a, i still can’t be in georgia
on the jet~skis with the hoes, i need to go back to florida
bro, this car just got stole, i can’t keep back and forthin’
sorry, it’s already sold, i’m finna grab some more sh~t
i ain’t arguin’ that b~tch, that sh~t not important
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